....she is not so strong...
...he is now, alone...
forsaken shore
I dream I lie upon some forsaken shore,
where a pale tide washes over me as before;
I try to rise from the ebon sands;
try to seek solace in mercy's hands;
I try to flee the water's harshness;
try to seek comfort in hope's gladness;
in arms that will not embrace me;
in mirth that will never face me;
so still, upon this forsaken shore,
I lie as I did once before;
knowing this time, I have not the will to rise;
knowing this time, I have not the need
my sadness to disguise;
so, upon this forsaken shore,
I lie as I did once before,
waiting for the moonless eve
when my soul, this world, will finally leave,
knowing that the pain that scars
my heart will never ease;
knowing that this misery that sears
my mind will never cease;
not until, like the one I could not save,
I too am of the grave;
not until, like the one whose heart I could not fill,
I too am forever still.
Poetry by INDRAN REDDY
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Written on 2005-10-17 at 20:39
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