To See

Cradled in a nest of thorns

Swaddled in your apathy

My cries go silent

Like a still-born dream

Illuminated by nothing more

Than the drip of forgotten

Promises, rippling through

Puddles of complacency

Waiting for what

Never comes, till the time

Of reckoning, reveals the decay

Beneath the smothering layers

Forbidden, hidden from eyes

Though open, not yet ready

To see



  1. You are a mine of talent, River. This is beautifully crafted, every word chosen with precision and care. I love ‘the drip of broken promises’. Wow. Your poetry sends tingles down my spine. Thanks for sharing another of your superb creations.

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  2. I’m at a loss for words, River. This is so far beyond wonderful and profound. Damn, but you are talented πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»

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