The seashells fall the lonely path
To the sandy floor
From your hand held dauntingly high
To their homely shore
They never know where next to go
Its something they ignore
The freedom they seek is everywhere
And lives in everyone
You don't know what they're looking for
The adventures just begun
I only hope they find me one day
Or my life will be undone
The patterned cracks
Hold the tale
Of past exploits
I can prevail
The splinter scars
They show for sale
Vote and comment
Ab19a1l
YOU ARE READING
Words ❤️
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written. I will try to update every week. I don't usually write much so please don't hate on me... These words reflect on times in my life that are not necessarily pleasant but that might not always be th...
