Tides

By Phalanx

I could write a book of apologies but,
She told me, "what's it worth?"
I remember the music that connected us
In spite of obstacles opposing hope.

I love you for our memory.

The current took sense and swept me ugly.
I know what it's like to be domed by genes and circumstance,
Speaking in bubbles from way down deep.

Minutes in late hours move faster than focus and
I capture what I can through waves.

But it's not enough, never enough.

I'm climbing out
One day at a time speaking to walls,
Telling myself stories in warmer shades.
You are how I killed myself to survive.

Thank you.

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Copyright 2014 Phalanx
Published on Tuesday, April 29, 2014.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: I've felt like this before, and I know just how much it can hurt. I don't know whether to cry or light up a cigarette. A hauntingly beautiful write, my dear Gary. Rebs:).

  • LordColdwater On Saturday, January 14, 2017, LordColdwater (31)By person wrote:

    very relatable feelings, especially liked the last bit.

  • Drea On Monday, February 1, 2016, Drea (1443)By person wrote:

    "Minutes in late hours move faster than focus and I capture what I can through waves." I loved the lines. Great write.

  • DarkDruidess On Monday, June 16, 2014, DarkDruidess (326)By person wrote:

    There are some turn of phrases here that I will remember for a while...nicely done.

  • Lux On Tuesday, April 29, 2014, Lux (299)By person wrote:

    I felt every word of this. Beautifully done, sir. An excellent piece.


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