The Shores of He

a little poem about imaginatio and how once in a life time you see one amazing thing and you will always remember it.

He walked...

Walked across the shore of the Hopeless:

Where each wave

Each wave hit like death:

Sudden and yet accepting...

And, as the rocks stood against the shakes of life

So did he; only to fail and:

Rise again.

So... he continued towards the horizon or,

Towards a bottle.

Opened it he did

A blank paper and a piece of coal

Is all he needs to write?

His way towards the horizon, or,

To stand.

To stand and face the music.

Let the journey of a thousand souls

Manifest itself in one person.

A knife in a geometry tool kit or,

And a comet marking its way through the endless space.

Shining endlessly on for the impossible

Roaring across the sea of hopeless

Author's Note

bad punctuation i know

Reviews

[Broken Hearted Faux]

I notice a few errors but they dont really affect the poem. Good write. Good images.