Drab and Sandy Shores

(Yeah, the layout is pretty ugly, but I wanted to try something different. I know it's not very good--but that's what experimenting is for, eh?!)

 

I’ve taken something

That isn’t mine

But yours.

 

Those outstretched fingers,

My eager smile

Assures

 

That above guilt lacks,

Beneath though it

Endures.

 

If only you could see

That there’s a

Force

 

Which seals my lips

And cancels

Discourse.

 

I cannot voice my

Grief, yet it

Implores

 

You: please forgive my

Friend-offending

Scores.

 

Assets you value

I’ve taken:

Your claws.

 

I’d give them back if

Fear did not win

Its wars.

 

Instead for my shame

In silence I do

My chores:

 

And now I am all

Stained and swathed

In sores.

 

And beached up, lost,

On drab and sandy

Shores.

The End

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