Drown myself

In this shadowed sea

Only sad and pale

You won’t come back to me

And maybe when I let go

I’ll be pulled under

Your voice is like thunder

Swimming in a sea of tattered dreams

On the borderline

Of sorrow’s insanity

Won’t you hold me

Before I drown in this grief?

There’s no second chance

In this melodrama of life

There’s no bed of roses

For any love at night

And, shimmering, inside the night’s sun

Don’t be a gracious loser

It may be tradition

Maybe under conviction

A gentle roving wind

Upon calmer wings

A jest made in amusement

And the joys of a broken heart

Closing your eyes, just like the skies

Blinded by the dark.


This work is in Girl in the Trees.


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