Out to Sea

He shuffles through the market 
feet dragging 
bodies packed like some over-harvested fish in a tin 
again, again 

he shuffles through the market 
he is a foreigner among natives to this land 
his stomach aches but the food proves foreign as himself 
breads and sweets and such not meant for him 
so he starves 
again and again 

he stumbles through the market 
he can not see the beautiful cathedrals, or women, or statues 
small shops filled with life, or maybe automation, or maybe death 
lovers connected in bliss, awing at all that lay before them, or maybe behind 
his eyes can distinguish very little 
so he goes blind 
again and yet again 

he crawls through the market 
he swears he hears the craft of musicians 
or is it just the normal bustle of these busy streets 
filled with bodies packed like some over-harvested fish in a tin 
he can't be sure in the absence of sight, so cacophony reigns 
he saved the ability to hear 
again and again and again 

he lies motionless in the market 
he listens for footsteps, for a voice of recognition 
he waits, but he has no sense of time, he has lost his speech 
until he is picked up by a woman in a red dress, or at least he imagines it to be 
he waits more, until finally thrown like a pebble into the sea 
again and again and forever again 
only to be collected once more to be harvested like some fish in a tin

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[APOORVA]

he crawls through the market
he swears he hears the craft of musicians
or is it just the normal bustle of these busy streets
filled with bodies packed like some over-harvested fish in a tin
he can't be sure in the absence of sight, so cacophony reigns


how did you manage to think for these lines, such realistic and admirable view.
I so much fell for these lines to be honest. you made read twice.


he lies motionless in the market
he listens for footsteps, for a voice of recognition
he waits, but he has no sense of time, he has lost his speech
Beautiful once again, wow! you're a gem in writing to be declared.

[Cameron Berry]

Thank you so much Apoorva. This was coming from a really sincere place, and not my fondest times. I'm glad you enjoyed this!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Feels like what we go through in life too. The world a market where we wander off, seeming lost, waiting to find what we were brought here for. And in the end picked up, to be washed ashore...
Just my thoughts. I liked reading this. Your ending lines of each stanza gives it a good flow :)

[Cameron Berry]

Thanks Yumna for your insightful comment. Always back and forth between the tin and the sea!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

True indeed. You're welcome, Cameron! Always a pleasure reading good works :)