Watery Graves
You’ve realized
I’m a sinking ship
and I can feel you bailing
All the treasures
I once held
were plundered
by men
by time
long before I met you
My hull is empty
devoid
of what it takes
to sustain oneself on stormy seas
Water rushes in through the breach
so I take one last breath of you
as you row away
in the only lifeboat
I am left
to fend for myself
again
At moments like that, I try to be a mermaid. Salt water is my friend. Lovely poem that speaks to inevitable sadness.
Thank you for reading Brenda! I am most at home in water. It is my zen.
I love to float in salt water, riding the waves. It is zen for me, too. Like the universe understands and embraces me. Supports and enfolds me.
You are not empty
And i see many diadems
Faceted amongst your words
Showcasing your shine
Don’t give up
Let your past mistakes
Cultivate the soil
Of your tomorrows
Very nice! Thank you!