Shells live forever in the sea
Homeless
Just floating around
With no true destination
Im floating about like a shell...
One day I'll be washed up on the beach
For somebody to find me
For somebody to desire me
For somebody to rescue me
And take me home
Put me on display in their living room
Just to gaze at me
Whenever they remember that I'm there
I wouldn't really mean anything to them
Just a useless ... thing
That they found washed up
Fancied me for a second
And took me away which finished my journey
And then the house burns down
And I'm burnt
Along with their belongings
But they don't cry for me
Because they forgot about me
I wasn't ever really something they cherished
Just a useless ... thing
That they had found one day
And I'm forgotten about
Never to be thought of again
My remains are blown away in the breeze
Never to return as myself
What does it matter?
I was only a shell after all...
Author notes
I see myself as a useless shell
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Comments
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i love love love the fifth stanza
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I like this poem and how you portraied yourself as the shell. You are anything but useless; you're beautiful and more people love and cherish you then you know. I love you ;-P!
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Well you aren't my love
xx
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