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The Ferry

December 3, 2021
By crimfinch SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
crimfinch SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Winding twine of life

stretched too thin

It will begin to rip

Tearing its fibers

Staring towards its own end


I will come undone

One second of a rainy day

I pay the ferryman

Step onto the boat

my coat hardly deflecting

the chill of the long

Passed

On, those who had

No choice,

No name,

Not anymore.


Their eyes glazed over

from years

of forgetting, no setting

from the sun that blinds them


The boat begins to move

My coat slick with the souls

Of those who don’t remember

Why

        they are 

                     enough 

                                 to leave.



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