Empty Shell
©January 12th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
I am empty inside,
Hollowed out, a seashell,
Washed up on a foreign shore.
A memory of the ocean,
Sighs through these hard walls
And the tunnels hold fast
To the sound of her
Even if I have left this shell,
Gasping on the sands.
Like a dream or a story,
Told to the wind by
A tired watcher on the beach,
As the moon rises,
And life sets, I am set upon,
Devoured by life.
What I was once is no more.
What I shall be is an echo.
Today, the sea sighs
Like the memory of a myth
Through these vacant chambers.
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