When a seasoned sailor
disappears
into the Neptunian mist-
They have journeyed to the place
where all sailors go to die.
A farer of the sea knows when their time is over-
when the air smells different,
when the tides are at peace.
The ocean sings songs
so rich yet pure
calling the ghost ships to shore.
Old friends
new faces
ghosts of ages ago
they greet the sailor.
For days they sail-
singing shanties,
telling tales and legends,
celebrating the riches of the ocean.
And when they anchor
along the nautical graveyard,
the waters become tranquil-
the winds vanish into stillness.
A moment of reflection
the sailor smiles
a life so complete.
The vortex of dark waters
mortality depleting.
Ghost of the seas they become-
boarding the phantom ship
sailing beyond the end of the world.
They search for mortal sailors complete,
so they too may be brought upon the fierce waters
one last time,
voyaging to the place
where all sailors go to die.
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Poetry written by a Borderline
PoetryA collection of poems I've written, often influenced by my BPD.
