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Apr 2016
I hear the roaring of the waves,
Washing upon the shore,
Washing the sand of my footprints,
The dreams that are no more.

I feel the coldness of its waters,
The cool mist upon my face,
My body shutters at the feelings,
Of loneliness I embrace.

My mind runs deeply in confusion,
While my heart overflows with despair,
All though I try to forget the past,
I feel its presence everywhere.

And though I sleep at night,
My mind does seldom ever rest,
My fears invade my dreams,
Putting my sanity to the test.

I look out across the ocean,
Boundless though it seems,
Its restlessness reminds me of,
My many troubled dreams.

In the sand I leave my footprints,
My only mark upon this world,
Til the ocean finally washes them away,
Making me only a memory of yesterday.
Dave Raubenstine
Written by
Dave Raubenstine  New Oxford, PA.
(New Oxford, PA.)   
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