Lost
at sea
in the eye of the
Storm
The wind took
me here
pushes me further
away from
shore
away from
Home
I've sent birds
from the
deck
but none
have returned
and now I have
none left
The stars and the moon
are no match
for the clouds,
no silver lines
slice through
on this night
Only mouthfuls
of salt water
and the stink
of dead fish
swept onboard
by wave
after wave
of rouges
The crew wash
overboard while
repairing, raising
the ripped sails,
some swept away
taken by the darkest
blades, and some
cling to what they can
They beg for
relief, seeking a
break,
but I can't control
much, much
less the weather
and I wish they
weren't here because
this ship is going
down
eventually,
and I know my fate
lays at the bottom
of some yet
uncharted waters
and as captain
I have a duty to
stay with
my ship
and save
my crew but,
they stay
with me because
they always have,
always will,
after all,
That's what friends are for
to guide your ship,
repair her sails,
help you find
the way home
while the storm rages,
the winds never
stop,
maybe the birds knew
the journey was a failure
from the start,
and once released
they found a nest like
they should've had all along
and in that
I can't blame them,
I'm still looking
for my Home too,
on a ship of friends
with my broken heart
rudder pushing
forth,
but in a heading
unknown.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Lost
at sea
in the eye of the
Storm
The wind took
me here
pushes me further
away from
shore
away from
Home
I've sent birds
from the
deck
but none
have returned
and now I have
none left
The stars and the moon
are no match
for the clouds,
no silver lines
slice through
on this night
Only mouthfuls
of salt water
and the stink
of dead fish
swept onboard
by wave
after wave
of rouges
The crew wash
overboard while
repairing, raising
the ripped sails,
some swept away
taken by the darkest
blades, and some
cling to what they can
They beg for
relief, seeking a
break,
but I can't control
much, much
less the weather
and I wish they
weren't here because
this ship is going
down
eventually,
and I know my fate
lays at the bottom
of some yet
uncharted waters
and as captain
I have a duty to
stay with
my ship
and save
my crew but,
they stay
with me because
they always have,
always will,
after all,
That's what friends are for
to guide your ship,
repair her sails,
help you find
the way home
while the storm rages,
the winds never
stop,
maybe the birds knew
the journey was a failure
from the start,
and once released
they found a nest like
they should've had all along
and in that
I can't blame them,
I'm still looking
for my Home too,
on a ship of friends
with my broken heart
rudder pushing
forth,
but in a heading
unknown.
Napowrimo #23 - No prompt, rough draft lunch break poetry
