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Decaying Former Mental Paradise
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2015 Anyone can love a beach
But once you leave, it's impossible to recreate the grains of sand
comprising the minute details memory offers
No, this isn't where I left my heart
This decaying former mental paradise
frigid with unspoken contempt
long from yesterday's tidal prowess
I plead to grant serenity from this place
this morose ocean of faltering self-acceptance
with its jagged icy bed of unwavering fear underneath
tearing away flesh from the bone without
layer upon layer of protection from these unfamiliar elements
like boots of cynicism, and gloves defeating the frostbite to bear
but cloaking any yearning to clasp the fresh air
ever again
No, this isn't where I left my heart
the sand stings in tandem with arctic chill
thwarting every vessel crimson once filled
deepblue
From what I have read
You are one of the best writers
On this site.
KS
On Any Given Sunday
Well I don't know if I'd go
Well I don't know if I'd go *that* far heh but I'm certainly flattered and thank you very, very much!
BTW the initials of my real name are KS, always is neat to see your comments :) Thanks again
Deep And Blue
"...ocean of faltering self-acceptance..." I paused at this line and reread it several times. Amazing concept well composed and expressed ~allets~
thanks as always allets :)
thanks as always allets :)