Patience
April 7th 2009 15:50
It’s the waning fractured
Thought of possibility
That keeps the air flowing
When your life bobs
Over and under the
Water.
The longer you take
To move the harder
It gets to consider it.
You go cold threading
Water for someone else
‘til you have no
Space for yourself.
Or nothing but space
In a vast expanse of
Sea. Nothing you
Can reach though you
Always knew it was
There.
The water drags you
Down a little more
Everyday. Swallows
Up the part of you
That pulled away.
The part of you that
Dry though you plunged
In head first.
The part if you that
Bore what you thought
Would be a start.
A floating start
To journeys end to
Somewhere.
Your mind begins to
Numb and fill blankly
With the gurgles of
The sea. The continuous
Echo of all you hear
Around you, but no
Words of your own.
It seeps ‘til you are
Beyond resistance.
Until you have
Become just another.
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Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
Someone who knows what cadence is.
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Potter in a Harry
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Potter in a Harry
Comment by Rachael Murphy
Film Gorilla
Some Poetry by me.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
Well, I like your poetry. I honestly don't like much poetry but I like yours.
I reminds me of being back at writing college and reading Nadine's poetry. She wrote great poetry. I miss Nadine a bit. We used to feed off each other (in a poetry sense).
One day I'll write some poetry for Teresa. But she keeps sleeping at night and all I do is sit around waiting for her to wake up so we can talk to each other. And then I forget to write poetry for her, because I enjoy her company too much to write.