▲ 0 ▼ March 31, 2016 at 3:21 pm Melinda Soltysiak says: Existed, perished, nobody noticed their absence.
Stuck – waiting for the incoming tide.
Up the creek without a paddle.
Shoulders of the sea beneath me
His body dead, his spirit watching …..
Where am I? On a boat.
Only the captain knew the truth…
I was once beautiful, powerful, loved.
That was the last tuna catch.
Existed, perished, nobody noticed their absence.
Having survived the storm,I exist