Beach

I'm all alone with pen in reach on this solitary beach. I must create as words command. I'm peopling this lonely land and making castles out of sand. In the place where words won't reach the lie is told there's one for each. With solitary pen in hand. I tried and tried to understand; to make word castles out of sand. I am alone, there's none in reach I'm only left this lonely beach. The pen slips from my tired hand. Perhaps one day, I'll understand. There was a castle, made of sand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ written for John Heck's Contest:BLINK! to reflect the theme of LONELINESS.