Museum of Mourning by Maria Corcoran | One Poem Only
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Museum of Mourning
Maria Corcoran
This poem was first published in the Raven Review.
Ocean of silent, aching desires
Drowned before even taking form
Guiltless, carried to the pyre
Snuffed and swallowed, not yet born
O lulling waves of strangled dreams,
Why do you refuse to die?
Trying even now to be heard, be seen
From below the depths wherein you lie
With your unclosing eyes full of blame,
Every gurgled breath you heave,
Ties me a knot borne of your pain
You wish to take me as you leave
You, every dream never dared dreamt…
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