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Some places you shouldn't swim |
Waves The nights stretch out before me Bereft the Siren's song With jagged teeth protruding Lengthened, jutted, lean and long In oceans once familiar Once comfortable with tides She rips in with the undertow ...She tears me up inside The magic's always sought her Sharks gather round in spells With blood let in the water Whilst treading on the shells Left live or laying dormant Some are short a pin Sea beds strange, that torment Mines twisted... turn within We listen to the echoes That resonate too loud In solitude, in narrows Born from breadth of crowds From places that don't matter From faces that don't count As waves crash in and clatter Surface tensioned up in doubt I stumble through the currents She doesn't know she's made Rumbling through torrents I tumble... lost, afraid To break, to breach the surface To face the tune so brave To fake, a courage surplus Beseeched, beached wrecked and saved But safety has it's catches It's place amidst the thrall Locked behind life's latches Drowning in the fall Swimming for the lighthouse Take on water as I go … It tries to pull me under Lessons eddied in the tow With nerves whilst treading water Reaching for the stars A fear of going under Sinking 'midst our scars Scored amidst the tempests That light upon the waves Crashing heavy where we sleep The quarters we enclave Still drawn to Siren's singing Never asking, never tasked An answer never given, … as the questions were not asked Imagined from the outset Memories I've never known Searching for an outlet... That place to be alone So foreign in the water Far from sure, and far from home Stings to be without her. … sometimes easier alone? Easier yet hollow No cargo in the hull Easier to follow Yet somehow, oh so dull A ship without a keel A right that feels wrong A house without a wheel A swan without a song Charting where the tune goes Mapping my Siren through the surf Exhuming distant echoes … for more than they are worth Left blunted 'neath the ocean's, muted water colour paints, with currents housing notions … beyond my own restraints |