a lone ship at sea
passage for one
an intolerable feat
navigation by stars
like the days of old
just constant drifting
nights of rain and cold
no lighthouse to guide me
no havens on this tide
treacherous rocks and sandbars
along the windward side
tired of this journey
tired of manning this helm
tired of fighting the current
tired of being overwhelmed
sleep that forsakes me
dreams that won’t come
nightmares by day
for a soul that is numb
will this voyage ever end?
can salvation be near?
will I find a safe harbor?
or will I disappear?
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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