Stranded (Original)

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I speak these words with much disdain,

I have not progressed in the days of life.

I have remained still, without intentions.

I see the shore and attempt to reach,

To catch a glimpse of what I’ve become.

I want to return back on the boat;

You see it took me years to finally build.

The days passed me by faster than usual,

Always leaving my dreams float by,

See where it has left me quickly stranded,

The sand represents the time I let pass,

Just like the sand in the shiny hourglass,

I am another particle of sand in the vast.

Erick Flores

*Please note: the poem written does not necessarily portray the life of the poet.

Adapted from the prompt in the "Magpie Tales" blog