Raving

With hands turned into desperate claws,
I cling to you, a lifeboat coursing through
The waves. A mariner, an ancient one,
Is what I am, adrift millenia, it seems,
Among this crowd of fresher faces,
Half submerged within the throbbing
Amplified, electric beats, and clearly
Wholly out of place. I came because
You said I'd see you, better suited to
Another, briefer, night before TV,
A cup of tea, a crossword puzzle,
Bed alone, and useless little dreams
Of you and I in it, but, now, your eyes
Are saying you'd prefer to paddle far
From me, and would, if you could
Wriggle from these claws.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-30 at 12:10

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