To William
Unrewarding sound ruins a peaceful sleep
The time awakens my deepened soul,
Every morning, without a doubt, scarring my life
Hands of mine,
Taint Mother Nature’s creation
Back and forth, forth and back
Lost mind wandering beaten tracks
Mountainous regions, a hefty challenge to climb
Body’s tear cries for comfort
Temple of mine, defaced for no true man
Limp, driftwood I become.
Andrew Cole 30/06/2009
Find your next favourite story now
Login
G
Driftwood
"Someone doing a repetitive/routine job, just to survive"
Published
Loved the story?
Show your appreciation by
tipping
the author!
Get Free access to these great features
- Create your own custom Profile
- Share your imaginative stories with the community
- Curate your own reading list and follow authors
- Enter exclusive competitions
- Chat with like minded people
- Tip your favourite authors