Your sail is afloat and you're in sea
You're in a desert and don't see me
I watch you from above
Looking down at your cove
It's watery and dry
Cold and warm
You're born and then die
You are at sea
You are shy
And don't ask for help nor plea.
You are born then die
There is no in between
There is death at the end and nothing else in the seems.
You fill it with dark shadows from you bucket and pal
You fill your creases with the pasts fails,
The pal you got at your young age,
It spills onto your soul
You are your own pain.
You drive on and on
No buildings in the distance,
You drive on and sink into sand,
At sea you float in its desert,
Dry and pale,
Tired and sore,
Awake and dead.
You float in the desert,
You float at dry sea,
Dead Sea, you float longer,
You want to be let be.
Your sail you took down,
Your bow broke in two,
You take off for a swim
And are devoured into
The depths of the sea
From the past
And sleep on your knees.
You want to sleep
Only to wake in tears and sand,
Your sail is down and you're in the sea
You're in a desert and don't see me
I watch you from above
Looking down at your cove
Where you lie sinking
And lie to die at sea,
there is no in between.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Boat
PoetryPoetry has no limits. I was going to introduce myself formally, but there is no need. This is emotion. Whether it is formal, informal, or not, it is a large group of feelings, where anyone can feel anything. Read it - feel it - enjoy it. I named thi...