Violet and brooding
a soft summer evening
a tint of frustration
in the air
A chair by the ocean
missing the commotion of
home this far away
its not fair.
And the swishing of the waves
and the crying of the gulls
and the sand and the rocks
they all argue:
You've come out here alone
alive and to postpone
all your thoughts until
they are due.
The violet night sky
angry, beautiful, can't lie
and you know to think is but to
waste this time
You've eked out for yourself
you never sought out any help
and the least you can do is enjoy it,
please try.
a chair by the ocean. lovely :)
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