Silent Shores Of Wandering Poem by Sven Rhoads

Here I am on the lonesome shores
Alone with my thoughts and trials
Feeling that I can take no more
It's been like a driving nail

So come and take me
Wash me away
And make me hate no more
On the burning sea
Of my own tears
There must be more in-store

Than the cold and dark

To feel those needles in my chest
My mind will wander so far away
To search the soul for a simple bliss
Before the rotting turns me to gray

The calming feel
Of a gentle breeze
Swept from the rolling waves
And here so still
I ask of you please
Is there anything left to be saved

Or is the lone my calling

It's not over, nothing is over
I can't let this become the end
If the stars can find a single way
I will surely give my all

I don't want to lose the precious ones
But for now I feel that they're all gone