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Thursday 8 January 2015

By The Sea


I once told a tale

by the sea. 

Of what I wanted out of 

life for me. 

Calm was what I said. 

Just calm in my head. 

But, oh, how quickly, people 

forget 

the things we say by the   

sea.  

Even though they nodded

and agreed. 

Calm sounds nice. 

Calm sounds sweet. 

And then they went 

to sleep.

Maybe I should have 

clearly pronounced  

what


calm meant to me 

because in the end,

eye to eye, 

we

never did see. 

Calm to them was a lie

and more. 

And I guess 

they thought what 

I said 

by the shore 

was just 

something to ignore. 

Or that I was unsure. 

So, since calm 

they couldn't believe, 

me, 

they no longer see. 

Except when they close 

their eyes to sleep.


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