Captains log 1854
I couldn’t ask more.
Propoise what a ship.
Whisky remaining sip.
The crew is gone.
I won’t be here long.
Sinking to the bottom.
No wood rotten.
Something in the air.
Smelling of jasmine hair.
Falling into the void.
My years at sea were enjoyed.
The chapter comes to a close.
Neither casket for sailor nor fallen rose.
We do not sleep for eternity.
We sail forever in a different sea.
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Author:
S.F Forest (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2023 13:38
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I almost hear, "and it's a pirate's life for me" being sung. Quite the visuals as you paint this picture with your words...
Thank you so much for your kind words.
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