Why is this old man standing staring at the
ocean?
He looks lost, confused; no paths have lead
to where he stands and neither is it his home.
Why is he naked?
Does he not feel the rain?
It strikes against him like evil ice;
the wind drives against him with relentless ferocity.
He WILL drown.
He is muttering to himself, but nobody will
go near him.
The sea is silent, waiting to claim him if
he moves.
Sand fills his eyes, and only his tears
keep him from going blind.
from the cul-de-sac of dreams, a new mini series here at bitsnbobs
from the cul-de-sac of dreams, a new mini series here at bitsnbobs
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