soniacookbroen
vantage point advantage

calling you out on your erroneous ways
seething, chomping at the bit to tear down the walls
painfully erected around your precious heart
lofty in their aspirations
low and banal desperation
coiled minds wrapped tightly around singular ideas
burst forth in moments monumental
till they are deflated dreams
memorizing the seams of the shore/sea meeting point
there must be more
you turn to me to say
I agree as they float
dead on the surface
away
mourning the passing of another forgotten day
caught
in perpetual fog
forgotten beauty
bearings are broken
no compass to guide them
the lost
on this unfortunate voyage