Alone, on my sailboat, miles from the shore.
The clouds seem so thick out here,
Enveloping me in their eerie embrace.
With their silver tongues, they claim to protect me;
To hide me from reality.
I have long since forgotten the need for wind behind my sails.
A blinking light from afar calls after me,
Yet, I am lost in a fog that I may never escape.
They may say that I have my head in the clouds,
But no, the clouds took me for their own.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Alone, on my sailboat, miles from the shore.
The clouds seem so thick out here,
Enveloping me in their eerie embrace.
With their silver tongues, they claim to protect me;
To hide me from reality.
I have long since forgotten the need for wind behind my sails.
A blinking light from afar calls after me,
Yet, I am lost in a fog that I may never escape.
They may say that I have my head in the clouds,
But no, the clouds took me for their own.
What do you think about this one? I wrote it in the dead of night recently and I struggled to find myself in the same mood again, so I decided to post it as is.
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