Shipwreck
Adrift on a sea of circumstance
clinging to a raft of apathy
burning under the fiery sun of fear
and hoping for breezes fair,
hoping for breezes fair.
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Time, it swishes slowly
hanging in the salty air
Sloshing against the apathy
and dissolving in the fear,
dissolving in the fear.
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Seeing only hopeless horizon
a smooth, long, endless line
desolate of any dream or land
no place on which to gaze,
no place on which to gaze.
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Weary from the waiting
tired and tempest-tossed
the unfurled sail of an idea
pushes the castaway on
pushes a sailor on.
August 4th, 2009 at 11:05 am
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August 12th, 2009 at 10:56 pm
I’m not one for poetry, but I keep coming back and reading this. I really like it.
August 13th, 2009 at 7:50 am
Thanks, Brian. Like most art forms, nothing is for everyone yet there is always something for everyone. Whatever speaks to you, I guess.
October 29th, 2009 at 12:48 pm
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