Beach
I walk alone on this desolate beach. There are no accolades echoing in my
head. I am a wasted shell that has excelled in the art of failure. My chemical
companions, and vanishing memories wade through the low- tide waves. I
have built many castles in this sand. But I, not the sea, have destroyed them all.
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2007
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