nothing left

A Poem by Tom Friel

i have nothing left to offer

no poignant inspiration will ever flow from me

just an ocean full of words

endless words eternally at rest inside of me

words like waves that crash against my soul

timelessly dying once again before shore

perpetually impelled forever back to sea

left only a shell in the distance is me

mysteriously chaotic submerged once pristine

darkness like a blanket hides the colors that were me

an ocean full of words forevermore untouched

little treasures safely buried near a rotted crutch

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Added on April 9, 2008

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