Beneath the surface of the rolling waves
I wait
The darkness of the deep surrounding me
I can no longer remember
If I grew in the darkness
Or the darkness grew from me
It does not matter
Not anymore
Not as the bitter cold
Bites into my bones
As my eyes are scorched by the sun
Penetrating my depths
As the waters rise
Reaching for her warmth
All I want
Is to sink deeper into the silt
Bury myself in the fragmented memories of you
And wait
Wait for the day when I am in your arms once more
Safe, and wholly unbroken
These two lines create a nice turn in the poem “If I grew in the darkness / Or the darkness grew from me”.
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Stunningly beautiful poetry
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