Tides of the Forgotten
Between Solitude and Shadow, Where Silence Meets the Deepest Shore
Drifting alone, I trace the trembling tide.
Ash-laden clouds mirror the hollow in my chest.
Ripples whisper secrets I cannot speak aloud.
Knotted memories sink beneath the silver swell.
Waves cradle my freighted bones with quiet insistence.
Alone, I listen to the pulse of the unseen.
Veil of mist swallows the edge of the world.
Every breath, every heartbeat, moves never more.
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If you read the first letters down, you’ll find DARK WAVE—the tide that carries all we leave behind.
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Aarsh Malik
Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words. Sharing self-help insights, fiction, and poetry on Vocal.
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Comments (6)
I absolutely love your poem, it is so lovely. ♥️♥️🙏🙂
"Waves cradle my freighted bones with quiet insistence." Very nice.
Beautiful ♥️ I love this poems flow and fluidity in self vs one with the ocean.
Great atmosphere and imagery.
Am I picking up a Wallace Stevens vibe, or maybe William Carlos Williams? I see the Eliot allusion, but I’m feeling other canonical texts in this. 💖
Freighted bones...I paused. Amazing image.