A lifetime it seems
I’ve sailed towards freedom
But only in my dreams
Do I ever really arrive.
Stranded in this place
Like a ship on a reef
Held fast in the embrace
Of heartache and grief.
Unable to pull free
From its iron tight grip
Trapped in the misery
Of my now sinking ship
Desperation and anguish
Washes over my face
My hope starts to languish
On my voyage to this Imaginary place.
I’m a mariner who’s out of sort
Traversing this turbulent sea
Searching for the nearest port
Where I can finally be free.
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Author:
notapoet (
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Comments3
I love this poem, especially the last four lines. Well put!
Thank you very much WBL for the kind words, glad you liked it. NAP
I concur with WBL, love this poem... you very much are a poet.. well done!!!
You expressed your frustration so well metaphorically.
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