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                  SandCastle'

                         I.

All the Pleasures previously Known—
  All but Lies!—and Overgrown
With Toxic Weeds, Invasive Vines—
  Castles built with Stolen Time.
                        ~
And all the Laughter, shared and Shed
  Upon the Streets while Blindly Led
By Sick Illusions,—Nightmares turned
  From Fantasies, Forever yearned
                        ~
By Hearts which guide the Trembling Hand
  That holds the Dream in stark Demand—
Now Drowned & Sunken, its Mem'ry Fades—
  Mere Smoldering Whispers as we Age.

                        II.

Who would've thought?!–who could've Known?!
  That Castles Crumble, built of Stone?—
That Time runs out, no matter what?—
  That what we Found was never Sought?—
                        ~
That all we Want, is somehow Free?
  While we've gone Missing, in Fantasy?—
Escaping the Weight,—the Consequences,
  Robbing ourselves, and Burning our Bridges.
                        ~
Now all the Pleasures previously Known—
  Buried Alive, not a single Headstone—
What is there Now, but constant Longing
  For things Familiar and not so Foreign?
                        ~
Whom I to Be, now that I'm Searching—
  Blank as a Page at the Beginning of Eternity?
From where will Laughter and Pleasures Arise?—
  From an Ocean of Meaning?—or another's Eyes?
                        ~
Patiently I'll wait, and Dive Within—
  This Abyss now Silent and Violent as Sin—
With newfound Hope, ready finally for
  A Time which I'll not need Steal no more.
                        ~
And when did I finally, Define what is You?—
  When Lightning Struck? When I finally Knew?
Or when Death and Darkness Pummeled the Shore
  And Knocked, so softly, on my, Castle Door?

                
                                                     December 12th, 2018
                                                   Rehab, St. Augustine, FL