Empty Shells

Spiritual Poetry By Chris Bunton

The sea waves,
washing empty shells clean.

Laid in the sand,
just where each should be.

The being,
gone from inside the shell,
leaving colorful beauty behind.

In life’s waves,
we are born and we grow,
only to die and be lain to rest.

Our soul is gone,
from this now worthless shell,
leaving behind only memories.



Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

Follow Him on Medium: https://chris-bunton.medium.com/

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