I stand silent. <br />A gift given purely <br />from my soul's joy, <br />floats off unnoticed <br />upon ungrateful seas. <br /> <br />Here at the edge <br />of thankless cliffs, <br />the ebb tide pulls <br />the last ounce of desire <br />from a deeply wounded breast. <br /> <br />Hot tears ache and burn <br />but there are no words, <br />just the awareness <br />it's time to move on <br />to different shores.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unappreciated-4/
