Left Behind

The sands that once held dear
The weight of feet, the whispers near
Now lay abandoned, empty and still
A silent witness to a fatal thrill

The story told in worn leather's crease
Of memories made, of laughter's release
But now, the silence screams of pain
A grave where innocence was slain

The beach where joy and love did meet
Is stained with blood, so bitter sweet
The sound of waves, a mournful sigh
Echoes a final lullaby

Sunsets on the sandals left bent,
life cut short, true love, spent
A poignant reminder of youth so bold
A murder's stain, for passerby's to behold.

I made that up
I have no clues
who left behind
this pair of shoes

[Dave]

Poignant image with wonderful words. Nice in black and white.

[Yao RL]

Left for the romantic soul.

[JackieR]

Love that final verse

[Casablanca]

Nice poem! I always wonder who on earth didn't notice they were walking home with no shoes on........

[Wendy]

@darchibald black and white can tell a story that color can't because of its glory. :-) Thank you Dave.

[Wendy]

@yaorenliu or a 7 1/2 footed troll :-)

[Wendy]

@30pics4jackiesdiamond lol its the only lines that are true. :-)

[Wendy]

@casablanca my guess is some teenager. The sand gets almost quicksand like. If you wear the wrong shoe it can easily be taken from your foot. The strap was broken and the soul had moved on to shoe heaven.

[CC Folk]

A fabulous poem that gives you pause. Nice capture and story...especially the last verse. :)

[Wendy]

@gardenfolk Thank you, CC. I was worried my poem might make some uncomfortable. Your comment is much appreciated. 🤍