Friday, September 19, 2008


A soulful search in nothingness
Leaves my hands stained red.
Shipping sails towards the setting sun,
Taking along my hearts desire
With no hope of closing the hole
that life has left.
I often drift back
To shores of tomorrow
On ideas of yesterday.
But as high tide comes rolling in
I fatefully drown
In moon lit sorrow
Spitting out salty water
Wrought with the distaste of bad memories!

By: Virginia Rehberg

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