Where the Broken Go

Stormy Seas

My body is a vessel, this ship that I've been sailing-

All across these stormy seas...

Diligently preparing, hoping...even daring-

To escape before that dark abyss swallows me...

The wind blows its breath upon the nape of my neck-

It carries whispers like a Siren's last seductive song...

Cautiously I'm listening, while the moonlight on the sea is glistening-

The eye won't hold my ship for long...

Below the deck I carry treasure-

From a long forgotten lore...

Monstrosities, regrets, and solemn pleas-

Stolen from an old ginger whore...

I was quick to learn its value-

Slow to learn thus hence...

Strangled, beaten, and mangled-

I suffered from its consequence...

Now I can only hope to find my land legs-

And find safety in the shore...

Forever trusting, this raven is lusting-

And screeching "Forevermore"...

Now I'm fond of legend and have many a tale-

To spew whilst sitting round the fire...

Neck roped, mind choked-

I'll spin one for your desire...

My body is a vessel, a ship that I've been sailing-

Across a lot of seas...

Shiny treasure full of pleasure-

Has now caught up to me...

For the storm was strong enough to rob my heart,

The only weapon I'd kept for myself...

Knees to floor, "Forevermore"-

He's left it upon a guarded shelf...

Saddened, I must walk his plank-

Drawing deep that watery breath...

Cheated, broken, and defeated-

My ship has finally met its death.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014

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