Driftwood floats on the dark murky depths,
reminders of sunken dreams and regrets.
It sways on the turbulent sea,
crashing waves of memory.
On ocean wide it ducks and dives,
broken husks of shipwrecked lives.
Driftwood littered beach, sandy castaways,
lost history of bygone days.
Driftwood swept over reflective water,
tears tattooed into ink splattered blotter.
Treasure submerged underneath the waves,
those frothy deep blue murky graves.
Driftwood glides over the ice-cold abyss,
weathered storms, where all feels amiss.
Yet still it persists,
Floating along, it slowly drifts.
Thanks For Reading
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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