Self Pity
Blue deep
Water; drifting through
The light, and out of nowhere
Was a blue boat with yellow sails
Perusing the sand, I saw a man
Walking towards the waves of destination
He called out to deaf ears, and numbness
And the blue boat drifted on
Clouds of grey speckled the main distance
Of real and beyond
Holding out hands, others called
But the boat drifted
Drifted on.....
Copyright © Lorraine Ferns | Year Posted 2012
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