This is something I wrote yesterday evening while sitting in a McDonald’s somewhere, waiting for someone:
The fading feel of your hand
is like footprints in the sand
that disappear in the surge of the sea
of a love that was never meant to be
My heart is shattered into pieces tinier than a grain
My bright sunlit life darkened by this pain
And I look towards the horizon
the sky is but the walls of a prison
What price a freedom that I would give
So as to forget love and continue on to live
As the memories of you stay in my mind
I pray that life to me would be more kindThis mortal coil; it will end in tears…
John F SeaDemon
Saturday – 5th January 2008
5.45pm
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