Caught in rewind
Like a ship dragged downstream,
Fighting and wailing
For what it just can't seem
To accomplish with strength,
Mere will power's crutch.
It's as if its caught in slow motion
And the waters are only speeding up;
It's lost, sailing backwards
And away from its cause,
Retreating, resigning-
An effort now gone.
Time rises to reclaim Glory's
Mast and broad deck;
Its greatness is now fading
Into a forsaken wreck.
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
