I am merely a ship of flowing sails
Floating in a bipolar ocean
The waters may be calm
They may be cruel
The winds may be relaxed
They may be manic
But despite the rough weather
I can count on my sails
To relieve me from the angry tides
And keep the traveling smooth
But as the years go on
The sails age
They grow old
They grow tired from their winds
The sails begin to rip
Their precious material tears
Until they are shreds on the mast
While the waves keep on
And I
A mere ship of shredded sails
Am sinking
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PoesiaI've been feeling creative lately and poems are helping me express my feelings. Why not share them on the internet?
