Treasure Island

Christopher Withers


exploration: other states


notes lie crumpled in your hands,
frown split lips spill forth your sobs,
as eyes - soft focus look beyond
the clouding veil of life.
slipping out, the blood red streams
(re) paint the bathroom floor.
thumping from the door makes up
missing beats from your chest:
faltering, looking backwards,
fogging mind grasps childhood wonder
sights and sounds and vivid flow
swimming through the decades past.
final breath amidst the splinters,
showering from the broken door,
distant echoes, growing colder,
time, it hangs, forever more.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 29, 2008

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  • Caroline Weeks (10/29/2008 8:53:00 AM)

    Wow. This is darkly beautiful. The words you used really evoke powerful emotions.
    'thumping from te door makes up
    missing beats from your chest'
    That is a freaking awesome line. Great work! 10 +++ (Report) Reply

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