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 sky cries, the waves are mad. Time couldn’t fly by. The sun stays clueless, the sun was never bad. Sand clings, motion releases. The cycle cries, it’s gone mad. The sun is gone. All is not calm. Coldness spreads, the ground shakes once in a while. Is it just a trial?
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Author:
riri (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Emotions remain capricious.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Unpredictable is the word. Nicely imaged
It’s hard to stay steady when the sand constantly shifts beneath one’s feet. Great work.
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