Poem – “Saddest of all Oceans” – Modern Romanticism – 12/10/2021

Reversed water
sweeping your tears
back beneath,
back to sleep.
Oh, how I incline
to recline your form upon deserts,
to take the stones
where you lost raindrops.

Bold in the dark,
raven atop the waters.
Your tears,
a curtain.
Your fingers,
bars to a sideways cage.

Uncounted scars,
same with stars,
gleaming as gunshot wounds
upon the soft calmness
of one devilish sea.
You gain the grain,
dissolving into empathy.
You sleep
among vast agony.

Sad woman,
with face hidden
in temptation, in resignation.
Form of a whore,
torn to the floor.
Shattered glances become scattered dances,
with sadness sending signals
to vacant lighthouses
for no one,
with no sun
to speak the return to warmth.

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