I stand on the hard wooden deck,
Staring out at the sea ahead.
Where am i going? I don't not know,
All i know is i want to go home.
The sea is choppy, The deck is wet,
My compass is gone, I've no fuel left,
I see no land where ever we float.
The sea once brought me warmth inside,
A place to go to clear my mind.
My ship has faced the wildest seas,
The Rose Mary creaks with every hit,
Tipping the ship side to side,
I grip on tight not wanting to go over board.
The stormy weathers beyond belief,
How wild and rough it can be.
I'm sheltered inside my great big vessel,
But I am lost, with no where to go,
The food shall soon run out or so i am told.
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Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
