CRÉATE a poem of anything

I went for a walk

On the very cold dock

With the sun setting

I was getting

ready to roam

back to my home

Happy was my vocabulary

now it exists as a myth

an accent of a life once lived

no power brings it back

we sit in silence

deep in depression

a rock slowing sinking

deeper and deeper

empty hellos and sad goodbyes

bad breakups and tired hearts

a reality of a lonely soul

attempts to pull oneself out

just pushes them deeper

like quick sand

With no possibilities of escape

of hope

of love and freedom

we drift aimlessly over an empty white sheet of paper

hopeless, escape-less. loveless, freedom-less

Our future

Our Destiny

No longer in our hands

but in theirs

we know who they are

but they can not see themselves for what they are

a journey to discover