Words used: drown point depth aspect dart frenzy floating clutter ageing
detangle
Drowning
As night falls I am drowning in memories
At a
point where the depth of emotions
Is an aspect I had not planned
But it is
a dart of fire
In the frenzy of winter
And I find myself floating
In a
clutter of anger
Laughter and tears.
Is it ageing that disallows
A
detangling of self
Through clear thought?
Possibly.
Before sleep claims
me
I make one last grab
For a peaceful shoreline.
It
disappears
Leaving me drowning in memories.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
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