I am a tired soul
awaiting the end
of an endless life

my hull has battered many
more storms
then any single ship
should ever have
to weather
and
still
I have a whole
life left to
live

I am a tired soul
awaiting a port
to finally dock in

my mast has been broken
over and over,
the sails
torn through
one too many
times,
and
the lower decks
leak with an
unnerving
drip

I am a tired soul
floating about on
a deserted ocean

my fleet is gone,
my crew abandoned,
and I have only
time and
the sea
as a companion
into the
adventure that
is death


I am a tired soul
facing the kraken’s
wide, gaping jaws

my time has come,
as the story
goes,
but in my
final moments
I can attempt one
last show of
bravery
and
jump
towards my
fate

steal brandished