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A poem

By Conor MatthewsPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Lopez Robin on Unsplash

I walk a sandy seashore,

Stretching for miles ahead,

But with a start and an end.

I leave my footprints behind,

And step into ones before me,

Walking straight with no bend.

I look back behind me,

I see a boy in the distance,

So far back he is barely visible.

He looks so strange,

So foreign, alien, and abstract,

I can not tell if he is miserable.

Up ahead there's a man,

Further yet realer to me,

Though he is fading into the haze.

I am standing there,

In between the footprints,

Destined to be awashed by the waves.


About the Creator

Conor Matthews

Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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