The winds of the world
Care nothing for me
They toss me like foam
My tears not to see
They heed not my cries
See not my face
No solace for me
Only fear to embrace
Is it true what they say?
Or is it all lies?
That Neptune is dead?
Was never alive?
Surrender and founder
Or pray to a god
That never existed
Nor gave me a nod
All that I have
A ragged old cloth
Tattered and frayed
Eaten by moths
Yet still I can hoist her
Hold firm to the lines
For the sail is mine!
The sail is mine!
2 comments:
Wow Denis this is awesome. I love it!! How's life treating you lately?? Hope all is well with you. Take care and keep writin!!
cheers,
Jen
Thanks, Jen! Things are going well, although transition times bring out the stress. Thanks for your comment. :)
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