Mom
The seasick ache
where you hold your breath
serenade in the mix of catastrophe
and the bottomless pit of emptiness
when you're
nails deep in your scalp
gripfuls of hair and you want to throw up.
A voice silenced by thunderstorm daydreams
and
hopeless ocean fantasies
of what once was.
A moment in time behind my mind
I stand still and wait desperately for you.
mom.
The vertigo wave splashes
heart smashing
a frantic panting kind of fear
where all there is are
distant white rushes of
missing her.
the tide dies
i feel my eyes close
salt water flakes on my skin
I reach my hand out for you
into the wind.
momma.
The seasick ache,
when the clouds break
and you look into the vast of fresh light
to feel complete heartbreak
crashing on the shores of your old home..
The ocean carries your name in its own tone.
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