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The Endless Red Ocean
The Endless Red Ocean.
Flashes,
Glimpses,
Memory banks.
I search and I search,
The only thing I can see,
Is the red of my lid.
I feel moisture on my cheek,
Whispers somewhere beyond reach,
Short wispy sobs.
Small tingly itch,
A warmth licking my heart,
Cool fingers stoking my skin.
A sadness lost in time,
Anger pushing a dam,
Fear in the air I breath.
Its been this way,
Years?
Seconds?
Something lurks in the shadows,
My incision of wonder,
Screams haunt my ears.
Clouds ink my only memories,
There was something,
My past can only reveal.
A suppression I cannot master
And end at every beginning,
Still I wonder in this empty place.
Then finally,
A picture,
Haze around the edges.
A face,
Smiling,
A smear of liquid.
Could it be?
A red liquid.
I believe it runs through veins.
Oh,
I see,
I did it.
I put it there,
After I killed the cat.
And the bird, dog, and ferret.
It was my badge
I placed it there.
I’m so proud of myself.
Something unique happened then.
I was back,
Wading through the endless red ocean.
Flashes,
Glimpses,
Memory banks.
I search and I search,
The only thing I can see,
Is the red of my lid.
I feel moisture on my cheek,
Whispers somewhere beyond reach,
Short wispy sobs.
Small tingly itch,
A warmth licking my heart,
Cool fingers stoking my skin.
A sadness lost in time,
Anger pushing a dam,
Fear in the air I breath.
Its been this way,
Years?
Seconds?
Something lurks in the shadows,
My incision of wonder,
Screams haunt my ears.
Clouds ink my only memories,
There was something,
My past can only reveal.
A suppression I cannot master
And end at every beginning,
Still I wonder in this empty place.
Then finally,
A picture,
Haze around the edges.
A face,
Smiling,
A smear of liquid.
Could it be?
A red liquid.
I believe it runs through veins.
Oh,
I see,
I did it.
I put it there,
After I killed the cat.
And the bird, dog, and ferret.
It was my badge
I placed it there.
I’m so proud of myself.
Something unique happened then.
I was back,
Wading through the endless red ocean.
Published 19th Aug 2012
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