Wrecked

Wrecked

A Poem by monster of self-consciousness

The distance that separates us..
I cannot hope to traverse it anymore..
Not with these tattered sails of mine..
That are now entangled and entwined..
With the threads that connected us once..
Knots that cannot be undone now..
As I drift further away from you..
Without the comfort of an anchor..
That could've moored me by your side..
The ocean watches me silently..
Carrying me in directions unwanted..
Waiting for me to capsize..
The starlit sky offers me no solace..
The ominous winds haunt my heart ..
The not so seamless and smooth sailings..
Threaten to throw me overboard..
I don't know where I'm going..
I don't know where I can go..
All I know is that it is too late to give up..
As much as it is futile to keep holding on..
But still, I'll continue to fight..
Screaming your name, again and again..
In this vast emptiness that surrounds me..
Hoping, someday, that my voice will reach you..
So save me, before I drown..
I'll wait, for as long as I can..
Calling for you..
Searching for you..
That's all that keeps me going on..
The rest, it doesn't matter.. Not anymore..

© 2017 monster of self-consciousness


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monster of self-consciousness
Any and all criticisms are welcome

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i loved it... so powerful & authentic, you put words into indescribable feelings

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

monster of self-consciousness

7 Years Ago

Thank you.. :)

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monster of self-consciousness

Lucknow, U.P., India



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