My youth wafts through
the surface of rippling river
and inspires a layer in the wave.
Deep down the blue
There swims a fish of silver
who drinks the chagrin in my cave.
Its shadow haunts
in my sorrow; it cleans up
hallucinations of my faith.
My youth cannot weep
for tears are wrunged
by the ephemeral joy-
A tremor of the cheeks,
a transient "smile"
on the surface of my soul.
My memories are hidden
in the underwater grave
guarded by a silver fish.
Once my youth lived
but incarcerated in darkness
and suffocated by light.
A pulsating piece of poetry, wonderful expression! My favorite lines: “My memories are hidden/in the underwater grave/guarded by a silver fish”. Thanks for sharing! You may like to read my poem ‘Ode to My Conscience’. Thank you!
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