Barren Solitude
I'm out of my element, a beached whale
that can't breathe, drowning in a world of air.
A tattered palm-frond caught up in love's gale
surfing upon cascading waves of hope,
I defy the odds of chance and elope.
A lonely calf, I swim to what's out there,
but my impulsive plan is doomed to fail.
A tide of lies drains this waterless place
where love flounders in barren solitude.
A mountain of rot reeking in disgrace
discarded by a putrid ocean of fear,
with a broken heart and a sand-filled tear.
Bobbing in lukewarm pools of platitude,
iceberg-dreams dissolve, leaving little trace.
(Rhyme)
Aug. 9, 2018
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