Stirring Darkly

February 19, 2013 at 11:09 am (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , , , )

Though on the surface splashes only briny wave;

there is one regret,

stirring darkly in the deepest corner of a cave.

.

Though I pull my eyes from the oily fear I find;

there is yet something,

scratching saline places hidden well and left behind.

.

If I might switch and dive my life to swim again;

on that returning tide,

I would void my lungs to wipe away one dreadful stain.

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10 Comments

  1. unfetteredbs said,

    hard to let it go and yet it helps make us who we are, no?

  2. Subhan Zein said,

    You had me at the title, thanks for sharing this, Julia.

  3. reiterzblog said,

    Late on parade as usual, but I did like this. I don’t have many regrets but there are one or two. Generally about wishing I’d thought of myself rather than others

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