sinking lull,
No lullabies
No arms to hold me
Hundreds of arms outstretched from me
I am frowning
Drowning
No one to hold me
I’m sinking in that drowned out lullaby
My mother whispered
I’m sinking in a lull
Of slow moving time
It’s like I am time itself and everything moves around me
I no longer believe I can have someone hold me without
Getting stuck in that sand trap
Of my condition
My ghost arms, like ghost mother
Cut through steel
Steel my heart
Sinking lull,
Ghost lullaby
My father closes out my lull
And I am just me,
Mariko, lonely and free.
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Comments (5)
Absence makes the heart grow fonder for a time, but leaves us with a destitute heart when too often repeated. Lovely poem. As usual!
This poem beautifully captures the feeling of loneliness and isolation, with poignant imagery and a haunting lullaby motif.
Awesome ✨
Not sure how you manage to write so much and still have great quality. Well done
Lovely & heartbreaking!!!💖💖💕