Sand Dollar

Sand Dollar

I have to leave soon
Not for any bad reason
No, I’m afraid this must be done
In the name of progression

I’ve cherished this island for so long
Hiding the reverence I have
As it hasn’t had time to
Be made known

Sequestered away

And in the dire clouds
Embers spoke the words
“You must go now”

This island is ruin
A paradise I’ve
Tricked myself to believe
Still exists

It’s been dead and buried
For so long

Now’s the time I have to
At last
Let go

And see where my raft
Can take me
Now that I no longer dock
At the port of prolixity

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