My wreckage lies
Cold, battered and bruised,
Forgotten on the forsaken shore.
Storms bring down the wind and rain,
Rough sea churns my brittle little boat,
Inevitably pulled to the rocks.
Crashed and Shattered.
Marooned.
A pebble on this chill beach,
Ground down by the violent ocean.
Into minuscule pieces of dust
That drifts on the wind.
Crushed as we watch the sunset.
Oddly
I’m the only one who watches
For a silhouette
On the horizon.
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