Unsure in thought, feelings deadened
fostered by the dark sea, the raft dithering,
words hauntingly absent, lapping up each
syllable, a sinking note, plummeting like a depth
charge, tying me down to the sea bed in unknown
shifting currents, the tide turning me over and over,
water logged and sand bagged in deep coral shifts.
I drowned a thousand letters, bit into sentences;
no one heard me. Coldness shared its chilling weight,
leaving spaces where conversation once played out,
hand crafted with laughter. I know the embers well,
the ashes scatter, float as they dwindle and *****
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
Unsure in thought, feelings deadened
fostered by the dark sea, the raft dithering,
words hauntingly absent, lapping up each
syllable, a sinking note, plummeting like a depth
charge, tying me down to the sea bed in unknown
shifting currents, the tide turning me over and over,
water logged and sand bagged in deep coral shifts.
I drowned a thousand letters, bit into sentences;
no one heard me. Coldness shared its chilling weight,
leaving spaces where conversation once played out,
hand crafted with laughter. I know the embers well,
the ashes scatter, float as they dwindle and *****
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