There In The Dark Date Written 26/01/2008 Poem by Clare McWilliams

There In The Dark Date Written 26/01/2008



Jumblies, bumblies, crumblies...Sleepless nights, half there days, lost in the swirl of jaded imaginings, lovely things are always the most hurtful when you let them into your fragile realities to roam free, but to block them would mean experience not gained, life not lived and love not loved.
Far and few are the lands where I may find solace. My torturers swim in the dark pools of my mind and I try to drown them viciously. They are thrown life-rafts of temptation in tempests of tears. Thriving in the quagmire they re-surface again and again forcing me to relearn my strokes. Others see me ride the waves, yet do not see me sinking alongside them. But I am..

Down past the carnivores, the filter-feeders, the great and good guardians of the water. Eaten by the luminescent trappers who pretend to be something they are not, I am spat out, slightly chewed, weaker but wiser. I eventually lie on the bed of winter to replenish my stores, feeding on the scraps of the world.

There..There in the dark I watch; for brighter nights and more visible moons to turn my tide.

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Clare McWilliams

Clare McWilliams

Bangor, Northern Ireland
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