Something Just Isn’t Right | Short Poem No. 108

I can feel something just isn't right
Photo by Luisa Denu on Unsplash

I can feel it. Something just isn’t right.
Rejoined again after so many years.
Resting in hammocks by the beach all night.
At long last, letting go of all our tears.

It’s true, right? You didn’t mean to hurt me?
I thought I was laying to rest my past.
But unconscious to the storms surrounding;
Our final reckoning, coming in fast.

We die in habit, spinning on repeat.
We keep reaching for what we thought we lost.
So we close our eyes. . . We snuggle our feet. . .
Embrace our love. . and surrender the cost. . .

I can feel it. Something just isn’t right.
This hammock may be our coffin tonight.

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© Joey Who? and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Author: Jonathan Swift Pines

I'm writing with all of life's saltiness, perfecting poetry in the process. . . Profile Photo by Levi Clancy on Unsplash.

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