In the possible day
I walk past the sea
And I see us living there
Sometimes I feel
How the wall of chalk divides us
The edge of the world
I sit and think
Lighthouse to lighthouse, would you stay?
I'm afraid of the dark
Would you leave?
It's an end to a life worth living
But only with you and I
On that possible day
I walked past the sea
And I see a lone man living there
Isolated and bitter
Never parting the sea
Instead letting it swallow him
-
Author:
A piece of luggage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2025 14:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 0

Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.