61...Sandcastles

A smile is turning into dust,
a face is crumbling sad.
Cold winds blowing, slowly eroding
sandcastles on the sand.
Unspoken words across the sky
murmurs of a heart afraid
speak abundantly clear,
the castles you built no longer stand.
Washed away with the tides
and cold winds surprise,
good intentions gave way
to misguided trust and fear.
The game that was played
experiments explored,
served only to topple
what was built in my heart.
From this cup I drink
drunk on confusion, disappointment
garnished with pain
disillusion and resentment.
As I venture towards the horizon
with fleeting glimpses along the shore
all I see now are strange footprints
where sandcastles once stood.



DionWorx