Locked in my cabin I can bare to think
turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink,
our voyage's end seems to be on the brink,
alas a RAIDERS ship now turns to a mild drink,
"captain" a voice at my cabin door screams out,
as I reach from my sward and stand firmly stout,
" our ship lyes in the thickest of fog and without,"
if I listen to the words they are words of doubt,
I steady my hand with a drink and my fate as well
I open the door and the a crushing angry sea I smell,
one step out and calm my ship sits still and without yells,
looking into the eyes of the broken I see withered shells,
how could this be this is my ship and it escaped me,
a tyrant in my days of old I sit calm speechless as a tree,
no mutiny no sabotage only a crew unwilling to hear my plee,
a ship over run by blind servants and disregard for my decree,
the ski clears as the seas water turns blue,
a smile from faces as if waiting for an accrue,
a dead mans ships drifts on waters and starts anew,
my body plunges into the sea and even at my death I knew,
the soul tamed by ones lovers kiss has no purpose,
a mans word floats unheard willingly disregard and missed,
and a captain can only rule until another strips him of his ship,
now forgotten and gone this ship floats lost and unequipped.
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My Poems
Poetrya piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure.
