Drowning

I didn't think I'd be alive today.
I've died far to many times for one life.
And the tears fall,
Shallow pools upon my pillow
Where no one can hear.
As the television murmurs
Fallacies into your ears.
The walls seduce you
Into callous nights of pondering.
Pondering.
While I'm rising and drowning,
In the pools of salty water
Resting against my cheek.
And shivering,
Under the stifling quilts your grandmother sewed
With her ancient paper hands,
That folded into quiet years long ago.


Taryn Egan

©2001

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