every time I visit the seaside of despair
I draw lines into the sand
just to feel my presence
the shore seems to be part of me
it brings algal to bloom
and for a while I feel free
wind, pure and moist
comes from over the horizont
it blows at me so eagerly
I breathe in all that tasty air
at the moment it reaches my lungs
it turns into iron dust
numbness caused by the pain
spreads right to my heart
it's close, closer, closer and it's there
my body burns to dust
the wind caries it away
just right into the lines in the sand I drew
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A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
