Battered Shells
Standing lonely in a crowd
Feelings severed, screaming loud;
Heart rejected, growing cold
Trusting ways begin to fold
Waking eyes find life revealed,
Wonder when the dirge was pealed;
Love was captured, tears ran wild
From the young but learning child
Finding life like solitaire
Some that need but none that care,
Most that take but none that give
All that die and none that live
Reaching out to no one there
Leaving all your feelings bare;
Soon to nothing they will grind
Leaving but a shell behind
Looking 'round this empty sea
Battered shells stand facing me,
Standing near but none in reach
Each alone on private beach
poem by Terry O'Leary
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