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Stormy Seas

by harlon-rivers

A storm is raging on the frothy sea Mountainous waves toss the vessel all around The ravaging gales impale with a deafening blow Raucous sheets of salty spray soak and pelter to and fro A bucket bails the raged sloop She moans and groans as she’s flung about A sailor sails ― A sailor endlessly bails Engulfed alone in the perfect storm Two oars are manned on the stormy seas The halyard torn and ripped from mast To row and bail is an impossible feat It’s hard to tell when you've sprung a fateful leak The captain mans the forlorn skiff There'll be No white flag of surrender flown ; " I will go down with my ship! " A furious soul laments life’s toil As violent waves crash the gunnels hold He screamed out loud, ***" My time has come ! " " My ship is sinking!!! " " Her broken pieces ne'er to be found ..."*** The rampart boat, well fortified yet built to fail Plummets from hills of oceans pitifully tall Cracks are leaking where the lurid light gets in But so does the briny water, will drowning soon begin? Lost hope floats the helpless, fearless one man crew His soul now guides the ether voyage ― A vessel drifts lifeless on the empty calming sea Nothing but it can be seen for miles of skies The free board is deep the salty water high Two apathetic oars lay silent, is a lost soul inside? © Harlon Rivers
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M / Edge of the woods
For You?
Written by
harlon-rivers
M / Edge of the woods
Published
May 20, 2017
Time
3m
Notes

One of my oldest published poems

with minor edit

 

At times we feel trapped and stuck in a moment we cannot get out of …The haunting feeling of drowning in lost hope; the human struggle to survive, to fight back difficult times, the uncontrollable gravity of feeling terminally alone, yet knowing these steps must be walked alone

 

... Where is the strength to be strong?

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