Stream Of Conciousness Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

Stream Of Conciousness



We shiver like cowards
consumed by the waves,
I am sorry.

Our heads crash together
and roll down the mountainside,
I am so sorry.

Would you hold me in the snow
or freeze me out?
Sick, shaking.

It’s wild, but then so were we
and the storm has never
looked so black as this.

We’re going down.
I will drown and you will float away.
Did I say that I was sorry?

Does it worry you at all,
the bleakness, the blackness?
There’s no turning back is there?

And you don’t care because you’re
swimming and I’m flailing, failing.
Forgive me for it.

I should have been a better swimmer, winner.
I should not compete, it never helps me.
I need a boat.

Then I’ll float and be back beside you, behind you.
Remind you why…
Why we are all going to die out here.

Fear? My fear? Am I afraid?
I’m so alone when you’re near me.
Let me be clear…

I need you to fear me.
That I would rise from the depths
resurrected and whole.

Clean and unblemished soul,
carved from ice, unfeeling.
No more kneeling and crying…

My dear, I was lying.
Or I have lied…
Or I would never have died.

Do you know what I saw while I was away, sucked into the grey?
I saw you standing on the peak, laughing, willing me under.
You smashed my raft with your bare hands.

So how could I trust you,
Standing on the white sand?
That froze our toes until they turned blue.

Thursday, May 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fight
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 26 May 2014

Love this poem! Adding to my list of favorites! Written with so much feeling and emotion!

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success