The Broken Ship
Alone she drifts in waters deep
Waters deep and still like black infinite space
Drifting, broken, slipping silently at a wearisome pace
Her sails battered, her hull listing, slipping forward into the black cold sleep
Sails hang silently tattered as the winds no longer sweep
Her spirit broken , her scars run deep from running the race
Sinking deeper into the cold dark place
A faint white light glimmers beneath the dark waters deep
Faintly calling , sun filled whispers from the past, the soft white light grows fainter still
Her war torn hull cutting silently forward through the ink black abyss
Her sails slump silently in defeat
The faint white light's sweet calls growing fainter still
All is calm yet something is amiss
The faint white light calls, endless echos repeat
M.Bell
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