METAPHORICALLY DRAINED

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JOURNAL # 41
you've surfed my ocean
inside out
you've left me with
sea water minus any waves
summer days gone array
no more sunny skies
upon their shores to pour
no tourists
no sun worshippers
just bits of sand
and trickles of tide
a lifeless deluge of
dirt and water
no longer a vacation hot spot
but a desolate place
that few care enough to return to
not even you....................

(April 17, 2014 9am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

when it's over, that pain of terrible realization or there for the fear of it.

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