Dispirit,
Alone,
No port,
Only storm,
A wake…
In high open seas.
Compress
Is gone.
Hull
Is all torn.
Rudderless...
And... all worn.
A providence...
There's no providence
… towards home.
Scuttling;
What is left...
To this destiny?
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Dispirit,
Alone,
No port,
Only storm,
A wake…
In high open seas.
Compress
Is gone.
Hull
Is all torn.
Rudderless...
And... all worn.
A providence...
There's no providence
… towards home.
Scuttling;
What is left...
To this destiny?
