They are washed away
As I walk down the sightless beach
The prints left by my wingless feet
And destroyed by the endless surf
Filled with numb pain
Drowned by screams
On and on and on I walk
Watching triumph and failure
Joy and sadness
Peace and rage
I can only watch
Yet my heart lives within
The moments I have no part in
Constantly my feet leave marks
In the sand holding a billion faces
From the sea of a trillion colors
Comes the sound
Of their failing voices
As I walk
As I walk down the sightless beach
The prints left by my wingless feet
And destroyed by the endless surf
Filled with numb pain
Drowned by screams
On and on and on I walk
Watching triumph and failure
Joy and sadness
Peace and rage
I can only watch
Yet my heart lives within
The moments I have no part in
Constantly my feet leave marks
In the sand holding a billion faces
From the sea of a trillion colors
Comes the sound
Of their failing voices
As I walk
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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