A poem a Day (62): Silence

Some poetry written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise... 

Silence

We’ll have nothing left here in the dark,

The cleft between spaces

Shaken in the middle of a sentence,

Left hanging with a hook

Unpicked.

As a fish struggles to unclasp its lip,

Blood splashes;

Words unshapen swim in the air

Unformed, only thought in a momentary

Glance you make,

Often seeing what you want to see,

Yet never noticing the essence

Of things, or me.

While the scales slither silver

And the living twitches its last breath,

I wonder at you,

Here, where we sit in the approaching

Darkness of our lies,

Stripped bare,

Pained upon a grated thing.

I wish to unravel it,

But all I can do is remove the hook

And throw this life back in the water

With a mercy

You used to have.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 21, 2017