The end of this Pier is in need of repair.
Fishermen fish uncaring and unaware.

The night time light has been shattered by the wind and embedded in the wooden planks.
The Ocean's tide rides high, splashing waves that erode and rust the metal shanks.

In the dim moonlight, a long way from shore, there's a feeling of lost at sea.
Loneliness like driftwood floats by on rotting memories.

Cement pylons hold strong the old piers heavy weight.
As time and age and the constant storms predict its inevitable fate.

Expectations crumble beneath the once sturdy and strong Pier.
Proving to all who walk its length, there will eventually be a need of repair.




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