A symphony of images play
Echoing my life gone by,
Standing by the roadside,
Backpack breaking my shoulder,
Holding my loved photo,
A family lost to time.
A violent shock clears my mind,
I drift ashore, my flotsam scattered by,
The beach shone with silver sand,
My mind tricks my head again,
I grasped myself, bowing in pain,
A broken bone found inside my hull.
Cars pass by my shaking image,
Ignoring this lost soul, adrift from all,
Night came; the cold touched me again,
Alone except my twisted voices,
My boat capsized, my home deserted,
My mind has lost its bearings.
Author notes
About me not being able to piece my life together
What did you think
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You will because you know the cause for drifting, you will float and rise above it...use the mess to become blessed...you can overcome, your words share such a thing...because you are aware. Brilliant write.Blessings.
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Wow. very sad and i hope you were able to get through it!
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lol
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