The Fishing Line

A haunting poem about trying to catch the missing piece of yourself despite the warnings.

I cast a line beyond the sign
“No fishing” echoes in my mind
I reel the twine and cast again
To fish the missing half of mine

Cattails sway in nightly doubts
About the stroke of haunting nine
And if I cry, I spook the souls
Who swim around the fisher’s line

In my box, I search for bait
Distain, despair, and weights of fate
A net is fine, if you don’t mind
It was the veil of my pale bride

We woke the dawn in many ponds
Beyond the warning of the signs
I cannot speak of nights so bleak
So silence spools my fishing line

I feel a tug, the bobber drops
Her ghastly hands reel with me
Moonlight reveals a catch so rare
A snare of tangled seaweed

 

Author's Note

Please give me any and all constructive criticism. Thank you :)