In an age
of watching…
through a mind suffice
in icy tombs;
What word through our own,
to have finally sought
the black star
that was the world we lived
sleepless.
And, awake.
Drifting… Silence bare
on the dark mid-sea.
The peony masking light
there are only wishes or velleities
The sound of wind
in half-streets
running around in empty roads
and abandoned
overripe in its practice,
abandon
abandon Disinherited
dark mind
walks alone
you have nowhere else to go
beyond dark shores,
there’s a fog that blooms;
you can’t go back
you can’t go back.
You can’t go back
killed by sense
and nothing more
in your sleepless dream
from the solitude of fog
laying cold by the harbor
our bones in the autumn
flowers at spring
cadaverous winter
it felt like years, not months,
not days.
You can’t go back.
You can’t go back.
And, awake.
© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
13 responses to “Awake (Draft).”
Wow. Neat!
LikeLiked by 4 people
Thanks! 🙂
LikeLike
the past does always cast shadows tho
LikeLiked by 3 people
Yep, it really does.
LikeLike
Amazing!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Welcome!
LikeLike
WOW…I’m otherwise speechless.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much! 😀
LikeLike
Welcome 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Stunning poem, Lucy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person