Cold Rocks.

Just a thought from a sad heart.

The splash of water over cold rocks
so is my soul,
lost in the foam and salt
left to bake in the sun.
Just a trace of who
I once was
sad,
lonely,
and
waiting for
something better and
for my thirst of hope to
be quenched and not be
held in a tin can wrapped
around the shoulder of
a stranger; myself.

Reviews

[Ari]

I love the imagery at the beginning of this, and I kind of wish you had continued it throughout. The image of the rocks is beautiful.

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm sure the tide will turn in your favor and joy will be yours again.