Anchor

December 27, 2011
By somethingnew BRONZE, Nottingham, New Hampshire
somethingnew BRONZE, Nottingham, New Hampshire
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Someone ties an anchor to my heart
already heavy from sorrow and defeat
I surrender to the weight
as if trilled guilty with no escape
I drag it along the ocean floor
leaving blood stains in the sand
although I seem to make no progress
and the vermillion tainted sand is already swept away
leaving no sign of a struggler in it’s midst
no further can I go until I find a safe place
to hide my frail and shriveled anatomy
I hide under a blackened rock
that shall remain forever in one dark place,
and I think:
this is loneliness.


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