Everything pales in comparison
I would drown in a sea of you forever
Yet here I am, washed up on shore
Looking at upturned palms
Unsure of how I got here
You still whisper in my dreams
You still sing me to sleep
And I am left here
A chasm for you
Drained and empty
Greener sides and greater tides
You've got some things to do
Or at least you say
You do
I'll watch you from afar
My shore is safe and dry
Carve into stone with steady hands
And thrash against forever
All things morph with time
But it is no longer me
You are shaping
S.W.
About the Creator
S.W.
Prose writer with a passion for short stories and poems; focusing my work on the human interaction and perception of emotions, comparing social events to physical atonement.
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