Sans Sand
I'm relaxing on
A beach with no sand,
Marveling at an ocean
With no water
Under a sky with no stars
I'm relaxing
In my mind,
Or what's left of it,
I think it likely,
It's just a tiny bit
Of what it once was
Did I, in fact,
Fall from grace?
Insult someway,
The human race?
Oh, who cares,
Let it be,
What matters most,
Is what I
think of me.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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