Treading water
By samhennig
Mon, 18 Sep 2017
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Time weathered skin;
lines drawn. Water carving
rivers through lost lands.
Weary eyes held open,
hoping it could still exist.
Futures falter through
knowledge of what's past.
Passed by now, as
dust settles on worn frames
of pictures painted.
Hands thick with bruises;
breaking noiselessly
through bricks which
built this home.
Tread, tread, tread,
as it slips.
Each breath above
the
water
taking toll.
What once was here?
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Very thoughtful piece,
Very thoughtful piece, bringing all sorts of questions, plus a definite chill up the spine. Loved 'Futures falter through knowledge of what's past'. They do indeed.
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