What are we?
Just remnants of what we used to be,
Both broken halves that can't be whole,
and while mine is lost inside our lives,
yours is mourning with your soul.

For dreams that came,
we left behind,
for those who came behind to find,
the sea shells spoke with silent song,
and watched the waves as they came on,
they spoke of end,
and did not know,
that tides withdraw,
and mornings glow
and in the morning they'd still see
the sea recede
and there they'd be
just resting down upon the sand
with dreams intact
and hope to hand.

But still next morning, clouds collide,
The waves came,
and we tried to hide,
for though we knew the waters touch,
we could not grow to trust that much
we feared the waves that touched the sky,
and grew afraid to face the light.
Until the night we hid away,
for fears that we would die that day.

but on the dawn we still were found,
our shells, both crushed into the ground,
not under cover of the night,
but bathed in unrelenting light
left with a broken half of each,
we lay there, dying on the beach.

Half Broken Contributed by lostinmyself on Tuesday, 9th June 2009 @ 07:35:18 PM in AEST Topic: selfstruggles What are we? Just remnants of what we used to be, Both broken halves that can't be whole, and while mine is lost inside our lives, yours is mourning with your soul. For dreams that came, we left behind, for those who came behind to find, the sea shells spoke with silent song, and watched the waves as they came on, they spoke of end, and did not know, that tides withdraw, and mornings glow and in the morning they'd still see the sea recede and there they'd be just resting down upon the sand with dreams intact and hope to hand. But still next morning, clouds collide, The waves came, and we tried to hide, for though we knew the waters touch, we could not grow to trust that much we feared the waves that touched the sky, and grew afraid to face the light. Until the night we hid away, for fears that we would die that day. but on the dawn we still were found, our shells, both crushed into the ground, not under cover of the night, but bathed in unrelenting light left with a broken half of each, we lay there, dying on the beach. Copyright © lostinmyself ... [ 2009-06-09 19:35:18] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem