Black sails

LukeMorrison

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 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
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  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed Great write



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