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The Quiet Shore
by Richard VinceHere I am again, standing on
The quiet shore while huge waves
Break all around me, deafening
To my eyes but silent in
My ears.
Everything has a home;
Everyone has somewhere to be,
But sometimes I forget, and
Try to be elsewhere.
What if I didn’t go home?
What if I decided to stay here,
To shrink from this world and
Grow into another? What if
I changed my shape to fit
A different space?
It is a cold, quiet night; I am
Not unnoticed, but ignored;
Not unseen, but unacknowledged.
I want to be alone, but not
This alone.
Oh, the circles in which
I could move if only I knew
How. Oh, the life I could have
Had if only I had turned
Another way and found
A different unhappiness.
To keep from drowning, I try
To drink the sea, but
It just keeps coming.
02/04/2015 Posted on 03/04/2015
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 03/05/15 at 03:05 PM "Oh, the life I could have Had if only I had turned Another way and found A different unhappiness." - a statement I tell myself on a weekly bases. I love it! I like poems and prose that make me do a double take; this one did it to me a couple times: "Deafening to my eyes"... and "Keep from drowning, I try to drink the sea,". At first I'm like "What?" and then I'm like "Yes!" Anyway, evoking piece that's introspective in the best of ways. I adore it; Exceptional work! |
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