I rise from underwater,
far from the demonic figures
of bloodthirsty fish,
dazed by their own lantern,
the sea's obscure and repugnant entrails-
A cold, dead womb,
an abyss filled with lifeless lives
from which I escape, in a rush,
almost out of breath,
gulps of bitter, salty water,
running away with quick, panicked strokes
from the place I dived in, but
there's a boulder keeping me down-
heavy, so heavy
and Im tired, so tired—
Or this boulder, is it me ?
I feel drowsy, disoriented,
whitened vision, eyes
irritated by the
salt, and
cold, so
cold
...
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Petals of Dusk
PoetryHere are poems I collected for you, as a lousy bouquet of words, of tears and smiles, of thoughts and feelings, of yearning and resentment - I don't know if they will reach you, yet I feel like my heart and soul needed to be poured on those pieces o...
