Category: Writers Block
in somber thought I look to the seas,
viewing the future in cascaded colors,
knowing not the time of night nor day when i'll turn my back to it,
in expression that is stoic,
upon that day a future is gone,
a beating heart ripped
out the open pours of my body,
flung down like a disguarded toy,
a old piece of useless furniture,
left for nature to have its will with it,
until nothing is left to see like a vanishing soul.