Shattered lives of an unlived fantasy.
I hear the breeze, but cannot feel the warmth.
Flowers bloom, but do not smile.
Lost at sea, I drift awhile.
Life goes by, yet I remain the same.
The beast within, I cannot tame.
A hidden world you cannot see.
One moment in time.
A lifetime to me.
I smell your hair, yet you’re not there.
Sweetness left empty.
I live in despair.
Memories and dreams.
What is real?
A life of fantasy not revealed.
Still I go on.
A broken man.
Peaceful journey?
Or just lines in the sand.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Lines In the Sand
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