ShakeA Poem by Fin BuckleyHe's gone but he's still here.Look at yourself in the mirror, an obscured reflection in
the same manner as rippled water, shaking and shapeless. You thought maybe if
you could sit still for just one second it’d be different, things would have
never come to this. But things came to this anyway. If you had held it all in, let the vibrations stutter inside
your chest instead of against your tongue, maybe he could have been better.
Maybe he could have loved you. Maybe the picture wouldn’t have blurred, and the
birds wouldn’t have descended upon you, and the waters wouldn’t have risen past
your ankles, and maybe he would have smiled again. But the birds descended, the
water rose, and he learned to clench his fist and strike. And after all this
time you still haven’t learned how to stay still.
Your reflection rattles even as your fist meets the glass,
fractured and frameless and frightened as bloody knuckles and broken hopes
finally formally meet. Even after all this time you still shake. © 2017 Fin Buckley |
AuthorFin BuckleyAboutI simply enjoy writing. Let the littlest things inspire you, and let that inspiration run wild. You will find yourself making a lot of art when you do. more..Writing
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