I have sat and waited, day in and day
Out for his return. He is home, but not
Really. Someone has plucked away my
Hamlet and left this strange young man in his
Place. Or- Could it be that this was always
Him? That he has habitually been
A man with fangs that lurk behind his eyes?
Fangs that I too would be pierced with. They sunk
Into me... plunging me into a sea
Of unrest! I’ve been dreaming about that
Creek that sings songs to me as I drift
To sleep. It tells me that it has flowing
Waters that will heal my soul! Its flowing
Stream is ungrudging, and will reunite
Me with my father! I know that a creek
Cannot speak, but no one in the living
Is calling my name anymore. Perhaps
I will see what it is like to submerge,
See if those cool, salubrious waters
Will soothe my breaking heart. Permanently.
About the Creator
Rachel Jacobs
Welcome to The Chameleon Heart.......
@phantasma.philosophy ~ Instagram for my poetry.
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