No Peace

I can just imagine

the water in her throat

drowning in salt-water

is painful

No Peaceful sleep for mother

just solitude and rocks

slicing flesh

tossed upon the waves

impassivity

and silence of the

deep.

I know she is not a hopeless

case

just a case of incidence and trial

for me to do with what

I will.

For she is a part of me and a part

of me still stifles in

the water that took

her, stinging

my vocals into parched

submission.

I drown at night

and sleep during the day

sonambulic to the effect

on my life chances

of happiness

swirling

down the teacup

stained

drain.

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2018

1 comment
  1. This is about my mother’s death by drowning some 25 years ago now and how it still effects me – that something so soft could be taken so violently by a riptide on a beach makes one question God.

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