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Lost Ship

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

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I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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