Peeling paint and tattered sails,
A vessel for no ones and ne'er-do-wells,
My deck is littered with broken dreams,
My hull, of holes like window screens.
The holes are greedy for the sea.
The waves are pouring over me
Try as I may I'm sinking fast-
a forgotten ship from the past.
My anchor's cut,
My crew is dead,
I should have listened
When she said,
Instead of going on my own,
Preferring to be left alone,
Perhaps this is not meant for me.
Destroyed by blind naivety.
I should have docked
At the port,
At low tide
To rest in comfort.
But instead I will be thinking
Of the one who left me sinking
Without anchor, without shore,
Without things for ever more.
As I sink,
I can't but think,
Just man can save me
From the sea.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
Peeling paint and tattered sails,
A vessel for no ones and ne'er-do-wells,
My deck is littered with broken dreams,
My hull, of holes like window screens.
The holes are greedy for the sea.
The waves are pouring over me
Try as I may I'm sinking fast-
a forgotten ship from the past.
My anchor's cut,
My crew is dead,
I should have listened
When she said,
Instead of going on my own,
Preferring to be left alone,
Perhaps this is not meant for me.
Destroyed by blind naivety.
I should have docked
At the port,
At low tide
To rest in comfort.
But instead I will be thinking
Of the one who left me sinking
Without anchor, without shore,
Without things for ever more.
As I sink,
I can't but think,
Just man can save me
From the sea.
