They built sandcastles modeling the ones next.
Stemming from their eyes without rest.

Until they grew up and saw themselves first,
they realized their lives were nursed.

It never mattered what was laid before them,
they stepped on top and riveted with a hem.

Sand dollars filled and lined their pockets
and after brazen hours, lost their dear lockets.

Taking up all artifacts of this beach, freely
they adorned the castles to make others look meekly.

There never was a meaning behind it all
because all good ideas come and fall.

Copied from her heart,
she tore me apart.
2 Responses to “Sandcastles”
  1. rawencounterswithestella says:

    Love this part, too, powerful!!

    “Copied from her heart,
    she tore me apart.”

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