Twisted sheets they mock me so,

I cannot sleep, I cannot let it go.

Emotional journey so quickly the tides awaken,

Ended, cast aside, nay. I must be mistaken.

Dust and ashes, bury my heart upon the sea,

Take my life, my soul, drown my memories.

I must forget for the sadness echo’s as thunder,

Piercing my soul with jagged edge of dull wonder.

No more. Tossing and turning. Oh, to just fade away,

Forget before, forget now. Just forget yesterday.

Ah, such words that tease and taunt, my mind sinks,

Still, Silence. Amid the ramble, I no longer think.

© Cynthia Clark