Sailing ships off Brighton Beach by Darren Greenidge
Whispers carried by the sea
The breakers calling me
Instilling in me long dead belief
From this place I’ve no wish to leave
I watch the boats float on by
Overhead the seagull cry
The boats drift lazily past
I wonder where their anchor will cast?
I dream of setting sail myself
To escape my self-made hell
Casting anchor in warmer climes
Hoping to write better lines
Hard work and toil for a few short years
Will get me away from my fears
And the ocean shall be mine
New pages I shall write
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on September 30, 2014
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