The Pier

Posted on November 13, 2012 by alan1704

Paint peeling away

Rust creeping through

Nature’s corrosion

Life’s corruption

———

Splinters of my memory

Fear of separation

Forgotten names

Forgotten faces

———-

Was I really here?

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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