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A Vessel Overflowing

This boat is full, A vessel overflowing. In darkness people talk. A child is crying. I close my eyes, Lock out the world. I envision drab gloom As sunlight on my begging husk; The damp frazzles As lightweight trunks Around my gaunt calves. We left, so many nights ago, I lost count, it doesn't matter. Deferment of death. I saw them go... Such euphemism, such irony... I count and wait with serenity, Dream my dream of Spacious green meadows, Chanting larks. I left it all behind, My memories I buried With my bare hands. I fertilized the dust With drops of saline tears. Alone I am, alone. Soon this journey ends. My eyes are closed, My thoughts are fleeing, I send them to freedom. This boat is full, A vessel overflowing. In darkness people howl, A child is dying. *** January 31, 2017
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Wolf Avatar
January 31, 2017 at 7:15 PM
You are such a great writer, Duir! Happy or sad like this one, I see glimpses of both! Awesome my friend.
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January 31, 2017 at 11:18 PM
Thank you :) Dunno if I'm great, but this poem worked out well. It's dark, but...
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January 31, 2017 at 6:09 PM
A heartbreaking poem, my friend... but perfectly writen... (((Darren)))
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January 31, 2017 at 11:17 PM
Thanks Claudia, sometimes you get sad when listening to the news :) <3
Smith Avatar
January 31, 2017 at 3:35 PM
A somber tone but so well written.
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January 31, 2017 at 3:56 PM
Thanks Tim, sometimes the news just gets to you.
Green Avatar
January 31, 2017 at 12:57 PM
Seems the day for sad poems and this one is deeply sad. It feels so lonely, even if the shipped is overflowing, still the loneliness screams the loudest. very deep and dark my friend, but so well written.
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January 31, 2017 at 1:07 PM
Thanks Chris. I am the child of fugitives. In the news I so often see those heartbreaking stories and I feel that pain...
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