Life forever capsizing,
Rolls and whines in pain.
No flare ever answered,
Despite the lack of rain.
Each and all your sister ships
Telegraph intent;
Imply a fleet you constitute,
But no help's ever sent.
Still, there is a mystery
Inside that quiet cold.
The darkness should be monument,
These years you drown alone.
But even as the crushing depths
Deliver you their floor,
The lights manage to flicker;
Chant through port and door.
How does it always find you?
In darkness most of all?
Why music while you're sinking?
Rhyme in engines stall?
No matter the sentence,
It's always from on high.
The only path that's bright for life
Is one on which you die.
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Quemis (
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Dark and without the sense of hope this poem speaks of life as a sinking boat. The metaphor is a good one and fairly accurate, all of our boats are taking on water and will slowly sink and there is no rescue from this. A poem well rhymed and with good meter it sets the state of affairs straight with no mincing of words. Very well written and a fave
Far too kind.
Thank you a thousand times over friend.
A wonderful write, saying all our decisions and journeys in life are like a leaking boat on water, and as with all things that leak,they sink. The only certainty we have is we will die, very well written and expressed
Thank you!!
You are very welcome
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