Lonely Days

March 26, 2008
By David Dungflinger, Springfield, AK

I am sitting on the seat at the end of the wharf trying to hold in my feelings. But they are too strong, I am overwhelmed with sadness, fear, sin and the tears running down my face. They taste sweet like sugar. I can smell the salt air all around me. I can see an island in the distance it looks misty. I can hear the seagulls around me and I can feel my heart beating inside.

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