Washed out

Washed upon a desolate shore
A haven built beneath the groves
Where two in spirit dwelt no more
An echo through the hollow coves

Brushed aside through impotent mire
No pause to lay this grief to rest
With storms in fire, my love’s desire
Such guilt weighs heavy on my breast

Borne aloft by profligate sins
So deep within that darkened stew
I fight for breath while life begins
Again! Repeat and rinse anew

Faint wish that I could hold your head
And soothe life’s pains away instead.

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9 thoughts on “Washed out

  1. Rivera says:

    Much can be said… I’ll just say.. NICE..!!
    “Repeat and rinse anew” πŸ™‚
    Hi Robyn.. Do hope you are well.

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  2. Heri kwa mwaka mpya – Happy New Year in Swahili! May the new year soothe those inner storms and bring peace and the Love that encompasses all.

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  3. Wow, wow! Oh, and…..WOW!!!

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  4. So much can be read into this poem. It is certainly thought-provoking and I like it. πŸ™‚

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