Targets on the wall are scrawled
Messy without aim
Projectile fall, gravity with stall
I think myself to be lame
Unable if fabled I am certainly no myth
Mindful walk if a shift in lines; we drew adrift
Set the course of our lost ship
Sail the seas but never free trapped in circular paths
Coming back to face the me of you, from the beginning now at-last
The past a future to behold we sailed out steady in search of gold
Faced the waters splash of cold, until we became wreckage of old
Filled the cracks with what we found in all attempts not to drown
Inked the edges of our souls, to contain the content in its holes
Held your hand to steady your pen, in the dying words of a friend
Watched the fire in your eyes challenge me with one more try
Try again and live forever, so many storms we’ve already weathered
The ink of gold held us like tethers, a kraken’s hold which we treasured
In sleepless nights we drew the sky together and all the stars to guide us home
A constellation of you up high forever, you have never left me or this ship alone
We endlessly sail in the endeavor of you
© The Sad Owl
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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