The Insanity is Dead…

It is so cold here beside the sea, once

a place of clandestine love.  The

bastard has died, and very angry I

stand in the shadows of these ivory cliffs

with salt mist swirling around my frailness.

Oh God!

There were good memories, here

near the water, hope came into our new

world.  Soon after I grasp for salvation, “He”

the sinful one came and the good “ONE”

vanished.

Nowadays, I stand old and grotesque against

the wind, emotional, filled with sadness.  The

insanity is dead… I can trust, thirst for happiness,

his evil spirit gone from me forever.  Yet, I am too

old; my future is among the ashes of my yesterdays.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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5 thoughts on “The Insanity is Dead…

  1. his evil spirit gone from me forever. Yet, I am too

    old; my future is among the ashes of my yesterdays.

    Oh heavens no ! You are free now and new horizons lie just beyond the horizon.

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  2. Yesterday has come and gone…but you are still here….learned from memories…live with what you have gained…when there are tomorrows you are never old…

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