Shelf-Life

I am but an empty shell

Crusty & Bitter

I miss the softness..

Hurrah! Here comes a lonely one--

Let me bewitch the cherub

Come  come, my Salvor,

Come to these forgotten shores

I'll shelter you well,

Just, please, Stay.

Oh, do not elude me, my lovely

Do not slip away, cherished one!

I await the tenderness, 

The vitality, the warmth..

Believe me, I am but benign---

The rumor of malignancy ailing me

Is only a nefarious lie.

Won't you try once?..No..?

..My lonely sail continues...

And on & on and on

No I don't want to perish yet

Not before I feel the honey

And all things fine..

Perhaps One brave (& curious) enough, will reach out

And I would give my entirety..

Who knows!...too much hope is lethal..

But too little isn't Hope at all---

Wait Sir!Watch Out!

I still survive! Please Don't obliterate!
I can be useful still...my time cannot be up!
I have a purpose..some value...and---
She knows....She will come...someday...soon..

The soft crushing pales in front of the ocean's roar...
No one notices, No botheration caused
Just a hollow existence washed away..Good Riddance!
The sands seem fairer and the waters a clear azure......