Written for dVerse Poets Pub: Open Link Night #176 (posted by Grace)
This is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day.
They found me. I did not want
to be found. I waited in vain,
day after day. Prayed you would return.
I am bereft. You left me with nothing
of my own, except these clothes I wear
now, soaked from my burial
at sea, a near tragedy, they said.
Near is not enough. I languish
in this dingy pink room, from which
I shall never be set free. See
what your cruelty has wrought?
Another gold-plated trinket
on a chain of linked liabilities.
And always, there is the sea . . .