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Aug 2012
I’m sprawled alone on the floor

Uncomfortably

And I’m a navy object down down below the veneer of the sea

Thinking of all the things I have seen..

And wish I hadn’t

Behind the curtains; In the dark

As the spectators see nothing

because they cannot see beyond the play

because it keeps them from looking farther

But I have, unfortunately

The day we handed you over to God

All alone, in silence

and I’m tormented

There is a song whispering on the stereo

full of so much love and joy

I wish I could rip the benevolent sound from the air

and consume it, and let it fill up every void

that is left in my soul, because I feel it

less and less

day by day

as fate sunders me slowly

like the song is lulling me now to darkness

And although I try to inhale the spirit of the song, Nothing changes

I’m still the color of this empty night

A time that might as well not have happened

I am the deepest ocean as the song plays indifferently
Sam Lincoln
Written by
Sam Lincoln  Caldwell Idaho
(Caldwell Idaho)   
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