BONES FROM THE SEA

Bones from the flow of dead bodies inside a dream of freedom.
Bones of dreams.
Closed eyes.
Dreams disclosed.
Missing at sea.
Desperate dreams.
Eaten by sea monsters.
Scraped from the bottom.
Bones ended up in fishermen's nets.
Run out of ropes,
they couldn't swim.
Living was the reason.
Surviving was the end.
Azzurra is the tomb of these gutted children.
They saw the horizon but couldn't catch it.
At dawn they found the bones inside the pots,
like jewels picked up by mistake.
I scream because they are still alive.
They await the right burial.
Little children with no future.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bridgette
    Feb 27, 2022 @ 16:03:03

    Haunting and beautiful.

    Reply

  2. Jaya Avendel
    Feb 28, 2022 @ 20:36:32

    The dark vibes compel me to experience the emotional ride of this alluring poem!

    Reply

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