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Tides, pt. II

by John Herzog

anchor wrought upon my chest
pulling me through furthest fathoms
legs thrashing lungs gasping as
the air escapes my spiraling shell
gushing to the heavens a stream
of elegies whispers from every
corner of the ocean uncharted

through darkest trenches with
no signs of life save for sea
beasts grinning as they welcome
me with poison claws and
luminescent barbs into their
aquatic playground so forsaken
born of nightmares on a night
without end unless I end it

tides turn to currents rushing
me away like a mote of dust
in the trade winds trading
consciousness for a home
in faraway waters where I find
myself amongst shipwrecks
graveyards of voyagers journeys
never completed but not my own
for I am finished

06/04/2018

Posted on 06/04/2018
Copyright © 2018 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/10/18 at 03:06 PM

I had to re-read part one and then put them together. This seems like a dark journey deeper and deeper into the depths. It reminds me of the old Catholic hymn or psalm: De profundis clamo at te Domine. From the depths I cry to you oh Lord! It seems your poem is like that, a cry from nightmares, injury, pain, fear. Many of my dreams, I think, come from unconscious but real fears. I don't know... I'm probably getting too analytical here... just ramblings about what your piece strikes in me. Anyway John, my friend, I marvel at your language, the way the words flow together in a stream from your imagination and consciousness. It is a delight and inspiration, really, to read your work. Thank you so much. Stay alive!

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