Newport At NightA Poem by Millionth Muse
Under a full moon, I concentrate on my feet melting through the sand and try a little too hard not to notice the derelicts settling in for the night, burying each other’s heads in the sand for warmth,
and the teenagers creating their own void like some witchdoctor in the wild only they’re not dancing around fires or bleeding goats, they’re wasting for the sake of wasting
and I forget myself for a moment, tripping over my own worn out feet, until I’m hands and knees in the quicksand wondering if there really is more to life than contemplating the inevitable © 2010 Millionth MuseReviews
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Added on February 13, 2010Last Updated on February 13, 2010 AuthorMillionth MuseBy the Beach, CAAboutA little bit of mystery never hurt anyone... I'm a writer, always have been--from my high school scribblings to the notebook I still carry with me everywhere. I've been published a number of times.. more..Writing
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