Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2010
a predictable surprise
on a day
spent in pews
laid on the bed
and let the weight
shrink the springs beneath
wow
a pressure has hit my chest
thrown from my phone
i agreed
because the winds had changed
and no longer kept our sails
full and blowing
slowly our ship sunk
and now rests, silently
on my chest
a surprise none the less
© Dan Pramann. All Rights Reserved.
Written by
Dan Pramann
696
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems