drowned

Written by: cayetano young

I keep my peace, though there is none

               - Gelacio Y.Guillermo, The Returning Son


             cold 
                     i whisper to my palms
           even more so to the waters
while i clench myself 
              like a stone
                     below this common ground
            next to darkness
nobody knows me here
              here
                    where daylight 
            prior to its savings leaves
		         no footfalls
             		                but shadows
                 	         alone 
          	            stalk me 
                 	      in silence captured by
            		the vacuum
	pores of my body
          		 preparing 
                   for its earthly plunge
            warmth
departs from my skin
             and fur
                          like ripples on wave 
          blown sand as the hours
toss and turn
            	and twist
                             with all memories sunk
                        deep before 
		my thoughts go
             	           numb 
                    like ice 
           below this common ground
next to darkness
            	      cold
                              i whisper