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| Fallen Spirit Tree ... photo by harlon rivers |
Adrift in the Prevailing Tide
Not knowing the unknown rooted source
writhing within the malignant torn of doubt,
is this still living or an evanescent dying adrift,
lost in the dark― incognito to the mirror's eyes?
Does a threadbare human body
even know how fragile hope beguiles?
A maelstrom deludes the unspoken fears
behind a silent flesh facade
Will the deep penetration of emancipation's scalpel
mystically reshape the receding tides coursing within?
It's too late for a fistful of frayed mercy
with the dead of winter growing in the marrow
of destiny's ever changing tides ―
Either the voice of love has grown hauntingly silent
or,.. I've just grown too numb to hear or feel it anymore;
at last discerning ... love was just a word we used to say
"I tried so hard and got so far
but in the end it doesn't even matter."
Terminated hope, the timeworn prognosis,
the outcome of giving up still trying to let go
Adrift in the prevailing tide―
Thank you for reading ... h. rivers © 2017
"I tried so hard and got so far
but in the end it doesn't even matter."
Chester Bennington. (2017)
