So Much Driftwood

What we have become.

And now we are just so much driftwood
Washed up on the beach;
What was alive has torn away, and
Drifted out of reach

From what it was that gave it life:
The tree it was part of —
And now we are just so much driftwood
Fallen out
Of love

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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