That thing that I seek,
It lies in the deep, entrenched in the darkest of space.
Sharp claws digging down,
In stillness of sound, capitulating to one not so weak.
Blood within stone,
Wriggling moan, I'm beset by tragic so true,
The thing that I crave,
While I ranted and raved, that thing- away it did flew.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
A nice poem by you Rachael.
Missed seeing your work, Rachael. This poem is really good
Nice work.
The imagery of something sought in the deep and darkest spaces creates a mysterious and haunting atmosphere, the final line leaves the reader with a sense of loss and yearning, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.