Thoughts Alone
THOUGHTS ALONE
Too many empty hours to think,
Mind spinning, sanity at its brink.
Seas of memories dash walls of time,
Heartstrings lash feelings, way too much wine.
Stay at home, forced to be all alone,
Torrid thoughts turning to solid stone.
What matters most is partner in life,
Whom I used to have, my friend, my wife.
Mate in ashes, no longer to be,
Silent, my soul slips into the sea.
April 17, 2020
Contest: Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea, First Place
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Greg Masciana | Year Posted 2020
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