The boat has docked.
The doors have locked.
I step onto the sand.
The flow ers bloom.
The sea gulls loom.
Above this per fect land.
And though my eyes can't see it.
I know just what I feel.
There's some thing grey ing and decay ing.
Some thing is n't real.
Here on the gold en land and sil ver seas.
No hap piness for me to sing or see.
No prom ises held in the plat num sky.
No glim mer worth a shine within your eyes.
No hope of res tora tion here anon.
Just scream ing of our child ren on and on.
What I had thought would be a par dise
Is all but filled with lies.
No way across the sea again.
The ship's on the hori zon
No sun light one can see again,
For now the moon has rise n.
Here on the gold en land and sil ver seas.
No hap piness for me to sing or see.
No hon esty between you, him, or I.
No rea son in your un relen ting lies.
No rem inant of san ity foregone.
Just scream ing of our child ren on and on.
What I had thought would be a par dise
Is all but filled with lies.
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
