Like the swell of the screaming sea
That drowns the awaiting sands,
Unpredictability overthrows reasoning-
Abstracting me from all that still waits.
Unreachable, surreal-
As though life’s seams have been divided
By a tongue, rendering me voiceless
Amidst a thousand voices.

Words are devious; deceptive like the silent tears
That soaks my cold sheets at night.
Thoughts are a curse, merciless and unforgiving,
Plaguing honest judgements,
It is only within childhood innocence
That I find safe solitude.
In duty and in contract I’ am bound,
Though my heart is onboard ship
To familiar English shores.

Unceasingly my mind seeks out the shadows,
Torturing my affections with their poison
Of the one who holds my barely beating heart-
So carelessly in his hands.


Anna Elizabeth Rose ©