Crashing

Poem by Elise Cookson, Photograph by Jack Evans

Crashing.

Waves crest and fall down,

Breaking.

Shattered pieces on the floor,

Aging.

Deepened wrinkles and tired lines,

Sagging.

Hopeless despair of children,

Crying.

Fat teardrops,

Slipping.

Into a dark abyss,

Unending.

Years of pain and torment,

Weighing.

Heavy burdens,

Crushing.

Bones and soul alike,

Hurting.

With words and shards,

Slicing.

Mindless division; separation,

Fighting.

To hold on to what's left,

Clutching.

Cherished ghosts,

Fearing.

What is and what isn't,

Hiding.

Alone in solitude,

Waiting.

For tortured eternity,

Bleeding.

Universal truths and buried secrets,

Expelling,

The darkness inside.

And then again,

Crashing.

Like the tide.

Author Statement:

This poem serves as a study of prose and the connections and ulterior meanings of words. It also focuses on unspoken feelings, the interconnectedness of emotion and all life in general, and also the cyclical nature of the modern world.

(It is meant to be read slowly and for the single words to be elongated and drawn into the following line.)