Hopes Promise

Nowhere in sight, feeling

Irrelevant, behaving miserably

Out of gas, he sits down

On his lifeless wooden bench

Overlooking stormy seas

Waves roaring, crashing

His mind broken, without spirit
His aspirations failing

Left to wonder, hanging on

By a thread,  his dream's

Vision captured, netted by

By ego's inhaling current

An unwanted shifting tide

Calamitous, piercing

Suffocating, dragging

His world out to sea.

Edwin James

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