Usman Ali Poetry

I had to sail leagues away from you
To find a place where I could find a piece
Of life you had not touched,
but I found it not amidst waves of the world

Darling, I thought I left you on the dock.
You still held my heart
You held it on your sleave

I sail on the clouds of your imagination
A ethereal mist in the hands of cold reality
my ship cuts into the fog.

You clasped your hands, oh so tightly
Thinking you squeezed my hand on shore,
but it was only my bloody, bloody heart dripping on the beach

You rang the signal bell,
Calling to me
But I came in, but found an empty house of pretend

I am scattered on the wind I sailed on
And tossed my life off a white washed cliff.

Darling, I left you wet and cold on shore,
And you left me to dried at sea.
I left you with life
I left you in death.

Poet: Christopher D Ottinger