The Pier

Forlorn and broken but yet it stands
Once a haven for boats to land
No longer so it stands alone
No more companions it once had known

Three fingers spread into the sea
Waiting for visitors it is not to be
Waves still brush against the shore
Alone these timbers long for more

What was it like in yesteryear
The hustle and bustle of a busy pier
I will never know from what I see
This tale of loss by the sea


Author Notes

An abandoned pier inspired this piece from my last holiday

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