The Number, by Barbara Donne

I am not a silent poet

33293
And counting
each crammed body
choked with hope

..
each one’s last chance
overloaded

..
beaten boats
unfit to float

..
in currents
they move
strive
against the drag
of numbers

..
but hope has to turn back
an elemental change
as sea replaces air

..
and all arms flail
and fail to grasp
it takes no time to drown

View original post

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.