But who am I to hope?
Emotions clash like waves on a beach;
powerful thoughts and incentives.
I long to throw them overboard
but what man would I be then?
A captain alone on a sinking vessel.
A casket of emptiness,
of morals and beliefs -
What spyglass sees without a lens?
What mind functions without my feelings?
Do I dare them to take me prisoner,
as my soul is scarred with cutthroats and lovers?
And so unsure, I roll them up on a parchment
in a bottle thrown to sea.
But I am left stranded on the shore,
gazing out into open oblivion.
"It's not your fault," I think.
X marks my heart, head shaking saltwater into the cold sand,
yearning for you to sail to distant lands
and that one day, I will see those white sails.
I'm hoping I await your return.
- Author: Luke (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 12th, 2017 06:17
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my favorite poem out of everything I've written yet. It contains some very significant, personal thoughts that I experienced at a time of emotional turbulence. I hope people who read it can find something useful in it too. Enjoy.
- Category: Love
- Views: 79
Comments1
Well written and expressed Great write
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