A Shore Upon Blood - Poem by Morgan Siegel
...Crimson shades belittle the tone...
As I stand I feel... erased.
erased from mind.
Like a thought...
...The gentle waves caress my toes...
I stare out into the horizon.
a dimming feeling...
...The soft sand beneath my feet...
I stand forever still.
Like an old sentinel.
From an innumerable time.
The sands of time spilling over me.
A numbing touch...
...A cool breeze chills the flesh...
Rushing waves become reminiscent.
Of a long time... an age of power.
But now... an ill of abstraction...
...I have dwelled for an ever long time...
Who am I?
I am your prospective future.
An age old reminder of your strength.
I am what remains of our glorious splendour.
I am the remnants of mankind... our long reign.
But now simply put... Forgotten...
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