But the subconscious, oh.
I wonder how much blood is in its hands.
The boat pushes off.
The flimsy ropes that hold it together
threaten to break.
The decaying wood reeks of guilt.
You look unconcerned but,
my heart skips with every lurch this boat makes.
What if we fall in?
What if this tiny boat of my reality,
submerges in the immensity of this
river of memories?
my river of dreams?
I ask you, and you say-
nothing.
The silence stabs me deeper than
your unsaid words.
~
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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...