Notice of absence from clarity by me
crimson red is the color I see, i gentle my hands as I watch it drip, creeping through the pocket of my denim. As thick as it is, can never be enough for them, try to maintain but can only feel the pain. Longing is comforting, yet yearning is the beach at night, waves flowing, no light but the seeping shine from a lantern. Not enough, so it’s my turn, have to earn it. I can’t wait to leave. The light bends as it goes out. It’s light and I end.
crimson red is the color I see, i gentle my hands as I watch it drip, creeping through the pocket of my denim. As thick as it is, can never be enough for them, try to maintain but can only feel the pain. Longing is comforting, yet yearning is the beach at night, waves flowing, no light but the seeping shine from a lantern. Not enough, so it’s my turn, have to earn it. I can’t wait to leave. The light bends as it goes out. It’s light and I end.
The sand dunes little by little stick onto my feet, dry or wet, noises loud enough to be quiet.
The sanity is brittle, knee by knee touching the ground, bet it’s over.
Still in my pocket, I reached for it one last time.
Thoughts bickering, impulses win. So been impeached, slowly fades, waves crash.
Too bad it’s gone, foolish thinking it would last.
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Author:
riri (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A flash at the beach nicely done
This is a good poem but I think I missed the main idea
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