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May 2017
A lone ember on a sinking ship
Not enough to start a fire
Before its drowned by salty water
But enough to leave an ugly scar

Have you found God?
Or have I found treason?
I'm a stained black flag
Waiting on the winds of change

But these winds, they never come
The flag sits unmoving
The flag sits defeated
Like the victim of the hangman's noose

My compass turns in circles, and
I cannot see the stars
Endlessly, aimlessly I sail
In search of my Northwest Passage

A path I know I'll never find
But its all I have left
An immaterial keepsake
That ties me to this world

For now, I'm lost at sea
Imprisoned by my shipwreck
But the jailer will one day die
And leave behind his keys

Strung like spoils on an iron ring
And maybe one day I will find them
As they sink to the ocean floor
And maybe one day I will be free

But that day has not yet come
And until then, I sail
Through thick, eerie fog that hides
The way to my Northwest Passage
#mental health #freeform #feelings
Written by
Mat Jones  21/M
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