I find the world,
Bleary, drudging, drowning.
Tears dripping,
people move along
grieving, crying, laughing.
Sun shining,
Cicadas trilling
dancing, skipping, running.
Me finding,
water suffocating
crying, bleeding, dying.
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Tangled Quicksand
I reach for you through shifting ground, But every step pulls me deeper, Where echoes of anger coil around The whispered love I keep in secret. Your eyes are both anchor and abyss, A storm I cannot tame nor flee. The past and present intertwist, A future that refuses to be. I fight the pull of your memory, Yet find solace in the ache. Quicksand heart, wild and free, I sink willingly, yet awake. No bridge can span this fractured space, No word undo the tangled trace. Love and rage, a twisted dance, An impossible future caught in chance.
By Sahir E Shafqatabout 18 hours ago in Poets
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The simplicity of the words, and the short lines allow it to be easy to read, but then also able to be thought about without being bogged down in details. I like how “Sun shining, Cicadas trilling” is a positive set of lines that holds the middle of the poem. Good luck in the challenge😊