A new chill is rolling
in from an unknown sea
that separates us,
just a skip across
the pond
they call it,
but this pond never ends,
waves stirring up
from the depths,
crashing on our shores.
So I write
this for you now,
sealing it in a tiny bottle,
a single cork to hold
in everything I am,
everything I will give
to you, and I toss
it out to sea,
a simple hope
is all I have to know
that you will get this,
that you will get me.
A contest entry
- For all the broken hearted by Lestat de lioncourt.
400 points, ended October 11, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow...heart achingly beautiful!!
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What a painful write this is. Very feeling and very well done. Thank you for entering.
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