Worry-Ers of the Past
Worry-ers of the Past
Tears subside into sleep
Sleep subsides into Death
Arms wide open to receive you
Down in its murky depths
Frozen but aglow with warmth
Rivers of a salted sash
Meander on my face like yours
Flag us forever
As worry-ers of the past
We sink you and I
Dead, but still breathing
Dead and domineering
Afraid of our power
Burnt from shadows and feeling
Copyright © Naomi Bien | Year Posted 2021
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