We were like the tide
drifting away with our
shallow streams
of dreams .
Never really knowing
which way the wind
was blowing .
But as the days
dimmed to dawn
we wake up the
next morning
and they're gone .
Leaving us alone
with one thing to do
move on .
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Hayden McCain
ŞiirMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
