Sand is all I see,
But this is not a beach.
Nor is this a desert,
With coyotes seeking to eat.
No dead and dry leaves,
Or sea life to see,
It's not what I see.
All I see is a colony of dead bushes,
Worn out and dry.
I see no sign of human life.
Nor signs of a single animal.
Where am I?
Am I alone?
In this place I must now call home?
No sign of light or darkness
Casting no shadow or sunlight.
This is not a beach,
Not is it a desert.
But it is full of empty soft sand
In which I hope to gather.
Where am I now?
Far away from home.
Long gone from the real world.
Thinking of something to do that should've been done.
How come I'm here?
This is not where I belong...
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
