I am old before my time,
Washed up
And left hanging on the line.
Feel like
I am watching life go by
And I can't make it stop.
I'm walking on the beach,
My footsteps washed away
Beneath my feet,
No trace left behind.
I'm moving on
But going nowhere.
[Despite the two 2004 poems being some months apart, they both talk about beaches. I'm not sure why as I wasn't anywhere near a beach at the time. I was stuck in limbo and living in my parent's spare room while my other half lived in the house I was paying for in another country. ]
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