Sail

Alan R

Moving this anchor across new shores

For the first time this isn't a chore

 

The chains, the sand, the fresh rust

And I cannot resist the wind gusts

 

My skin burns, my mind races

Through all those näive faces

 

I hated the seas, but I rather go

Move alone, far from the shore

 

I'd be gone and maybe they will forget

Peacefully so, I'd be an old regret 

 

They'd find a reason, they'd hate me more

Perhaps I am selfish, perhaps just bored



-Al

  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2025 03:16
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    We all withdraw with boredom either social withdrawal, mental, emotional or what ever. Nicely done

    • Alan R

      Thanks a lot 🙂

      • Alan R

        • sorenbarrett

          Most welcome

        • Thomas W Case

          Powerful in its brevity.

          • Alan R

            Thankyou 🙂



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