Lonely gives deafening words to silence creating a storm on a beached paradise.
Palm trees sway as balance ricochets deflecting a warning’s advice.
The final hour casts upon the sand so all love is gone.
The lifeguard of heart flees the scene deeming it easy to move on.
Strong is a mimosa that has endless possibilities.
The sip of a smoke screen over all the brochures anomalies.
One travels far for peace that’s been doctored like art.
No soul is left to save here as the picture falls apart.
The boats for escape have burned so now its a nightmare come to fruition.
The travel guide sketched a dream so fast it broke intuition.
Could bar the doors and windows if this place had sheltered space.
Easily going what way the wind blows as tears stream down a face.
First they creep like up like forbidden heat then overcast the island in a wave.
With all the resources expunged, who in paradise can hope save?
A silhouette takes fate into its hands and slowly wipes its eyes.
Life awakens in a watered flower catharsis and suddenly the storm dies.