Poetry

Hoping For Fish

In my boat in eerie
Semi-peaceful silence
Hoping for a bite
The hairs on neck are erect
I feel a tingle on my shoulder
I’m not sure
what’s behind me
I’m not sure
what’s in front of me either
I can’t see
through the fog on the water
I can’t see
through the fog in my brain
The past is fraught with regret
The future looks grim
I am melancholy
Will I be another Fredo?
Will this be the end of my life
Because I wasn’t smart enough
Because I wasn’t good enough
Because I failed you?
I thought I hid it well
But you knew it was me
I broke your heart
I look at my altered reflection
It would be easy to end it myself…
I don’t know what lies ahead
For now
I’m just hoping for fish

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Photo by C. Elizabeth Cooper

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