A somewhat continuation of the previous poem. Again: interpret it as you please
Tire tracks and shouts
Music and doubts.
With shaking hands
Feet in the sand.
Waves dancing forward
Urging me onward.
Moon in the sky,
With that one last cry,
And a hand to stop
The one who'll love.
(January 29th '23)
A/N: Don't ask about it in comments.
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
