Washed Up

by Steven Kenny

Monday 8th August 2011 7:35 pm

Tossed aside like flotsam

carried on your breaking wave.

I tumble to the sand,

a single piece of something more

forgotten and broken.

 

It isn't like I blame you

you know I never could.

The allure of something new

something shiny,

something whole.

 

To fix a broken thing

takes time and so much more

it takes a patient ear,

a soothing tongue,

a calm embrace.

 

I don't expect that

you will want to face

the blackness in my mind.

The bleak and hollow echoes

that thump from in my heart.

 

So as your wave recedes

and I am left upon the beach,

remember me in future days

this broken, fragile thing

now, sadly, out of reach.