In quite solitude, I sit, dusk to dawn,
All I have for company, is yawn after yawn,
The vast stretch of sand, is my lawn,
A cast of crabs, it appears, have come to fawn.
..
There are no injuries or cuts to press,
My mind, though, is in a huge ingress,
The sight of the gull makes me digress,
It’s abrupt dives for fish, does impress.
 ..
I dig my hand into earth, fist full of sand,
But in a flash, it trickles out of hand,
Much like my life, out of it’s comfort band,
I, surely, am in need of the magic wand.
 ..
The birds appear to be better off than me,
With a quick soar, they are able to break free,
The vast ocean in front offers no tee,
Hope, it would seem, holds the key.
 ..
The bush behind is on fire,
My life, certainly, is in a mire,
This body may well be on hire,
But I don’t fancy burning in a desolate pyre.
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Is it my fault? I don’t know,
All I am doing now is, go with the flow,
Will the distant simmer turn into a glow,
And take me home, and let spirits blow?
❤D❤