Small Fishes

Now that you’re gone, I’m feeling alone,

but then I remember the sweet salt in my ears.

It doesn’t condone the end of our song.

While you’re away, I’ll try to keep singing on the bay.

When you rest your eyes, I hope I’m dancing in the darkness behind the black skies.

Could light carry me on the wind and still survive a tragic, tragic end? Will we weep together, pull out a pen and feather,

write to the doctor as we sew my wounds

together?

Hope will prevail and I’ll be the mermaid’s tale a fisherman’s eye catches in a glimpse.

Am I your treasure or just pressured cargo?

Reviews

[Reaching for the clouds]

Goodness.....this is genuine, skilled poetry! Very nice.

[LoveYourself]

I really liked this poem, and the structure was quite unique. The poem has a deep feel to it and really allows the reader to feel what you are feeling within this poem. Great write! Keep writing!
~Missy OwO~