Dash my hopes,
Against the rocks.
A million pieces of sea foam,
Like broken dreams
Scattered on the shore.
The sound of the surf
Brings echoes of cruelty.
Towering waves of anguish,
Tears washing over the sand.
A fish in a tide pool,
Trapped, alone and crying.
The sand castle is empty
No one is home to hear.

01/15/2005

Posted on 01/16/2005
Copyright © 2026 Tota Longmire