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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? |
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, H | Posted on 2017-06-28 00:00:00 | by endlessgame23 | [ Reply to This ] | |