A muted sun shone in prismatic beams
refracting on the mist here and there with
excruciating colours

(how had he never noticed them before?)

The boat was so close and yet

…so far.

Was the tide coming in
or was it going out?
Maybe he would never know as
the sand about him shifted
with collective shudder.

He’d thought all of his
money had put him on the
shores of Heaven
but now…

Now he’d give it all
for legs to crawl and
arms and hands with
which to lift him up.

He strangled another sob
lest it sink him
deeper into this

His own private beach and
now a bought and paid for



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This picture from Magpie Tales seemed to speak to me about all of the ‘Occupy’ this and that.

Shared with Magpie Tales #95