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.
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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:).
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On Saturday, January 14, 2017, LordColdwater
(31) wrote:
very relatable feelings, especially liked the last bit.
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On Monday, February 1, 2016, Drea
(1443) wrote:
"Minutes in late hours move faster than focus and I capture what I can through waves." I loved the lines. Great write.
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On Monday, June 16, 2014, DarkDruidess
(326) wrote:
There are some turn of phrases here that I will remember for a while...nicely done.
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On Tuesday, April 29, 2014, Lux
(299) wrote:
I felt every word of this. Beautifully done, sir. An excellent piece.