Wednesday, June 10, 2020-Day 92!
12:15 am
An Ocean of Silence
The night is quiet it's early the next morn;
no one is talking, it just my memories whispering to me.
Tonight I find myself alone stranded on a desert island
of silence,
lost on an ocean of memories of what my life use to be.
I miss the crashing waves against the rocky sea;
I miss the saltwater kissing me sweetly.
I miss the footprints of me; I use to leave on the sandy shore telling a quiet tale of me.
Prayers in the clouds of angels sing life is but a song as the waves keep rolling on;
we must each continue to sing until a better tomorrow has come and gone.
YOU ARE READING
Just Watching From The Edge
Non-FictionWhy do writers write? Every writer, since the beginning of time, has pondered this question over the centuries. Writers have an inner need to be heard, like any artist. Writers share their thoughts throughout the ages in various ways. The first imag...
