They walk silently along my hallways. Floors littered with faded finery. Do you remember my Granduer? I had once been called the Queen of the sea. Pulled down to the ocean's floor. Swaying silently, so many sad souls They are entombed here Forever a part of me Left to wander my halls Sharing this watery hell Faces frozen in skeletal grins Evidence of our eternal sadness Fish now swim across my stage The band is silent Still I remember I absorbed them note by note They played till my last moment Yet it was not for my benefit For I had betrayed them My promises were empty Temptation, travel, time together Some mercifuly escaped What did they remember of me? Some came back in ghostly form Searching for those I had taken from them I will not release them For I do not wish to be alone.
Friday, September 30, 2016
short story slam week 54, fishing and driving
short story slam week 54, nature, water, land, fresh air, freedom, and confidence
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handsome.
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