Waves of sadness wash gently upon the sandy
beaches of my soul
Their foaming caress my constant companion,
churning, ever churning, remorseless, relentless
unstoppable.
The expanse stands bleak and desolate,
littered with the debris of time, scarred by
the harsh changing seasons.
The wind blows cold and hard beneath the
forbidding steel sky, weaving it's way
between and around the immobile faces of
the time worn stones, occasionally stirring
the rippling sand; but always, always,
imparting it's bitter chill
I walk sometimes in this desolate place, in my sight and in my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Deep sad feelings well articulated and nicely penned in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. An insightful creation written with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, James.