I need it to be short, this feeling was and is still quite bitter.
I hate You...


Shipwrecked

Ponder upon this fragile rock
That sits in the wash,
Rooted to constant thrashing.
Blue tides turn darker,
Silt mixing with once true sands.

See this sailor, upon that wreck
Vulnerable to biting winds,
Salt and spray
Rain and Cold.
Collide.
Crash.



Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-06-18 at 01:59

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Kathy Lockhart
dynamic, pounding, thrusting of intense emotion is surging through this poem!
2006-06-18