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Cancel my 1:00 sailing lesson; I’ll be dead
by Timothy WilsonThe Sea never challenged the sand
Never with the force that hit me when I snapped
A seizing of earthly pleasures surrounds
A focus on one end
The sea never swallowed a ship
The way my thoughts engulfed me, as I spoke of that day and nothing further
A seizing of my numbing shield
An end
The sea never swept away a glass bottle
The way I was taken away by my own thoughts
07/07/2011 Posted on 07/08/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 07/12/11 at 04:44 AM This hurts, but gently, not like I hurt. I hurt like a petulant child, you have become so mature in your words, almost like you have reincarnated but not bothering to end the last journey. I've never even thought about that possibility before. That's a trick! How do you do that? |
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