Sometimes I Bleed

[ckeo]

The Still I remember, when the sky slipped
through the haze of my slumber and the cerulean
glass exposed from the mist offered reprieve
from heat ablating my skin.

Serving salinity I lay there, A leatherbound
trinket unteathered on unrelenting hardness
of driftwood. I closed my eyes back to the
comfort of my dream, no avail.. endless drifting,
the ocean lapping my vessel.

I fear the water reflecting faces, legends of
wise men and mercy staining my bones. I long
for human touch, the glow of a fresh lit hearth
over ice cream sundaes and doe eyes pining in
vain. I ponder the servitude.

I struggled the edge, occasionally relenting
to my weight and sometimes I bled. I could smell
the dried crust over my wounds and the fire from
salt washing it away. A deed that would test A
common man, until only an echo remains.

Here.. buoyant and embryotic I drift, shadows
no longer search above, the animations of their wake
have long subdued. With all hope lost as I am,
may my lonliness... be their pain.

**This is the first thing I have written since the last piece I posted,
but I am thick skinned so do not be afraid to throw stones and tell
me to get a real job.