This light.
It scares me.
What if you see the details
this place hides?
What if you cut yourself in the powdered glass
of the shoreline?
Or the jagged rocks washed with my ink?
This place is not what it seems to be.
But you don't have to know that, dearest.
Not yet.
So we walk to a boat that appears on the shoreline,
to get to the other side-
of this darkness.
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A Symphony Of Darkness [WATTYS 2018 LONGLIST] [COMPLETE]
PoetryHighest rank #34 in poetry (26 jan 2018) #1 reverie (11 sept 2018) A young body, an old soul. Sometimes, it is hard not to fall in love with what would eventually become just a memory. Do you hear that? The sound of silence? That's the symphony of t...