Poetry by Heather Malloy
Selfish
Ocean crashes,
Into sand, my feet take me
From this land,
Into the sea,
Into myself,
From the cries and yells
Of man.
Water washes,
Over skin, limbs make movement,
So to swim,
Into my thoughts,
Into abyss,
Away from gravity
Of sin.
I can't compete,
With angel wings; that silken, lost voice
Surely sings,
Into his ear,
Into his heart,
Fond memories of her
And pain.
Feet are flailing,
Wildly now, the shoreline slowly
Fading out,
Into the blue,
Into the deep,
Where certain fate
Replaces doubt.
I loved a man
And dreamed his dreams, and tried to mend
His tattered seams,
Into a life,
Into a world,
But only sewed a lie
It seems.
Eyes bobbing,
Below the line, and up again
Then down through time,
Into my death,
Into the dark,
I capture grief,
And make it mine.
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Heather Malloy
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