broken steps by anelephantcant
broken steps hang above the beach
suspended in bleak mid air
once full of purpose now forgotten
no longer leading anywhere
the hut itself lies derelict
paint flakes from wind worn wood
the staircase stumbling down from there
reflects his wretched mood
passing time can change so much
salt and spray erode destroy
like tears that flow from sunken eyes
leaving them bereft of joy
the pebbles rumble in the waves
the sands drift out to sea
like memories that disappear
when she decides she must be free
the three tall pines sway gently still
the palm trees tower high
the clouds gather low above the leaves
like him the sky begins to cry
for his life too is pointless now
without her love he cannot care
broken steps hang above the beach
no longer leading anywhere
This is so very sad and so very beautiful at once. I admire your ability to weave words so beautifully.
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AnElephant knows how to tell a sad tale.
Emm is so sad his heart is broken
and tears trickle from sunken eyes.
Beautiful sad lines on steps forsaken.
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Ah, oui mais non, ce n’est qu’un poeme!
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Your sadness touching me and in reading that, I would like to hug you in my arms, and tell you that happiness can survive, under another form, perhaps. Never despair. I wish you a good day 🙂
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Tu es encore trop gentille, chere amie.
Merci.
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Very good and very sad. I like the way you told it.
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Thanks, Al, a wee analogy can be quite effective.
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It can.
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Such a sad story here. You made it very easy to empathize with your protagonist.
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Thank you, Joseph, glad to reach you here.
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