Modern Romanticism

Help; I’ve tried to hide.
I’ve cried, holding together
these hours – all my years
sown together,
engraved forever.

I am a tragic speck
beneath sand,
leaving wishes for skies,
leaving words for oceans.
Help; I’ve often said,
towards immaculate clouds
that demons can hide.

Will feelings return
across watery veins,
along identical lanes?
I am, in the moment,
another whisper for someone
to never hear,

though you kept on,
with sunlight showing
as blossoms, around corners.

You’ve kissed me
from a mirror.
You’ve cradled me
in your radiant arms.
You’ve told me
nothing can go on,
when I’m holding back
the staining flood.

Help; I’ve come to hide
raindrops, inside an ocean,
in a heart, buried in sand,
weighted with depth
under forgotten land.