I’m just a lone sailor,
With no port in which to dock.
I’m a key without a lock,
Open to someone but no one.
And I’m searching and searching,
But nothing is prevailing.
In real need of saving,
From this dark yet luminous craving.
Are you even out there at all?
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Surucipe (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written a little while ago now, I thought I'd share this short piece as it conveys feelings felt at the time of writing. I hope it is understood and enjoyed.
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Comments3
Aint nobody here but us chickens (music) . Nice one
So very true. Thanks.
A fine write S. I say sometimes - Ain't nobody here but us mice. Maybe the place has rats?!
Maybe it does, we'll find out one day. Thankyou!
Keep sailing, you will reach the dock
Keep the key safe till you find the lock
Keep the searching, you will meet your prevailing
At the end, you will be saved from craving
Please let us know when you figure out the answer.
Nice writing.
A very enjoyable response. Thankyou, I'll be sure to do that!
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