The Golden Share || Poetry || Clay Dubberly

Pre-order my upcoming poetry book, which includes this poem, "The Narrow Road," and many others here on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BG48TZRX/ The Golden Shore I clasp grains of ashen sand, My eyes, gazing upon windswept lands. I walk, scaling the golden shore. My body--lifeless--descends through the floor. I weep, amidst a moving meadow; to my sanity, I implore; "Wake me, please, from this dream," as I shudder before a taunting door, "For I have lost the trail, as it seems. For returning, I have no means" I wait; And receiving no reply, my mind, taunting, begins to pry; My cheek rests upon a chilling stone floor; In the distance, a phantom child cries (sending haunting rhythms unto the skies), A shadow comes from the darkness, speaking: "A forlorn land, with one lone door. You must choose your course, or your grave, you dig for." The child, "Here-Lies," vanished before my well-worn eyes. To my reason, I beseech; "Should I return to the weeping beach?" I glance once more at this deathly state, and choose to pierce the morbid gate. I approach, knocking at the abandoned door; It swings open; decaying from the core. A beam of air brushes past my face, From my lips--a sigh of bliss; I stroll, with tender grace. Specks of sand swim through my feet, Warmth descends; A healing sheet. I see a shape draw near; A beauty that I adore. Heretofore, my wish was to live no more; But now, I hold in my arms, my perfect paramour. And now, I long for the roar of the golden shore. #poetry #poems #sadpoetry