Tiny Tales of Drowning
I can't be angry anymore.
Through waves of emotions
you have buried me beneath the sand
Weighted, I feel nothing but
tiny bites of crustaceous vermin
Dear sky, you promised me sun today
now I'm waist-deep in storm puddles
As the tide comes rolling in
the last fateful second brings hope
But receding waters will go
and leave me deserted here again
only to dig down a little deeper
Bloodied in my sandy seclusion
every glassy grain cuts diamond sharp
This sadness cannot surpass my pride
so here I'll wait for calmer waters
Rather retreat to dunes of harbor
let my heart go cold and wrinkled
just waiting for the storm to pass
or be swallowed into my earthy abyss.
Copyright © Allison Wiggins | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment