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Author: MysterydarkPoet
ASL Info:    20/f/Aust
Elite Ratio:    3.13 - 157 /295 /173
Words: 285
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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She's like acid rain
She's burning you black
Slowly smoking, smouldering-
Turning you to ash.

Creating an ocean of ash
For us to drown in
And dreams to suffocate in.

But this you can't see.
Turning off your lighthouse-
You don't want to see.

We have our buckets and we are bailing
But I'm not practiced at this-
I'm failing.
drowning in the tears that I won't cry

There's no concept of time here
Yesterday is today
And today is 3 years ago
Every day.
In a loop,
Where everything replays
And nothing changes.
Except the ash is thicker,
And the air is thinner.

And still,
Every day I wake, &
Despite my silent prayers
All there is, is ash.

But In the black,
Sometimes I see
the shadow of your image
Reaching to touch-
It disappears.
The light disintegrates false hope.
Consumed and claimed by the black.
The chain is heavy, I cannot break it.
I feel alone, yet I would take two.
heavy too with my own chain
It's own strength
It's own breed
I cannot escape.

All I have is shapeless,
shards of dust in my hands
What can I build?
If I do not have a backbone,
What is to build?
My memories too are shapeless
Timeless but a lifetime ago.
How do I build?
All there is, is ash.

Echoes may not ring
But my oars have not moved
Nor my boat altered course.
Ash laps my sides
But your anchor was always mine.

Wasting away as hope deteriorates my faith
I think of her face.
Is it like yours?

Submitted on 2017-04-30 05:55:41     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I liked this poem. It sang of desolation and apathy.
Though it did seemed forced in some lines, where others flowed into each other seamlessly.
Perhaps it is read by choppy waters beating against the bow of your ship. I shall read it again as such.

Thank you for sharing,
| Posted on 2017-06-28 00:00:00 | by endlessgame23 | [ Reply to This ]

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