Final Thoughts

Humble and held together
By rotting breaking strings
Nothing on the mind
But hate and broken dreams

What once was but a splinter
Has now become a tree
Sticking in the mind
What no one cares to see

I stand alone on a beach
With angry tides and benchful sands
Blood running down my arm
Past the wrist and off the hand

What once was can never be
Of this I am dead sure
Her goddess green eyes,her milk white skins
Her beautiful silkin curves

Never to be,Never to me
I am to fade away
Held together by silence
Buried by mud and clay