Shadow in the ShipyardA Poem by AnnaThe text on the page is inking- blinking- he doesn't know, that I hear the way he writes. What lowly, crawling thing waits in the storm? The words are slowly fading- sinking- he doesn't know, that I am still dreaming. What beastly, howling one waits in the rain? The skin of my lips is pallid- ghostly- he doesn't know, that the sea is crying. What hurting, woeful soul waits in the shipyard? The tale I wove is thinking- wondering- he doesn't know, that doubt is left to its breathing. What spinning, maddening shadow waits in the fog? How has it come to be? The driftwood heart beating- leaking- overflowing with rage, bubbling up with reverie.
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