Don’t sob in the dark,
The salted water runs its course,
Pure, it flows,
Cleansing the psyche,
So much has gathered and stayed put,
One knows not what it feels to be,
Young and innocent anymore,
Running in circles,
One figures the pain isn’t real,
Neither are memories,
Just the stench from the garbage bin in the backyard,
That needs to be taken out.
2 comments:
Hey..Beautiful poem! I'm not a fan of poetry, usually - but love all of yours!!! :)
Thank you so much, Priya, music to my ears, thank you!
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