No matter how many boats I set to sail,
The sorrowful sea's storms do not allow my vessels to survive.
Every one merely adds upon the decadent debris
That settles at bottom of the ocean, an ocean of meaningless apology.
Every sailboat was drowned. For the tempests that plague sea
Do not forgive, do not allow, do not recognise
Such pathetic attempts at apology; pitiful, pointless, paltry.
Each of these boats I set out to sea was never full enough,
Never important enough survive a sea that has no reason to forget
The countless sailboats that dwell at bottom of its floor.
it's kinda short + rushed + idk how to make it better + wrote this in a very normal state of mind fr
written on march 3 2023!
a/n 10/02/24: i feel like i try a bit harder to rectify what i did wrong when i apologise now tbh
YOU ARE READING
collection of me being a silly goose (poetry)
Poesíalike everything ive ever written... don't mf check this daily, avery
