Wednesday, February 21, 2007

that regretful sky

fun and laughter ____ and joy.
peace excluded, the rest'll ridiculed.
facade takes over, unfailingly.
everything, glued firm together.

friends left, fun drained.
alone on the sand, the sand's warm
from the scorching onslaught of the sun.
cold emotions, what a contrast.

alone with the sky and the sea
the coarse sand beneath the feet.
sitting there, all alone
the waves icing the legs. and
it was supposed to feel good.

but alone, yes plain alone
even that sun and its regretful sky
are going to be gone.
that pointless swish-swash remains

its pointless

and it was supposed to be
the best place on earth.

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