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
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Sep 30, 2014
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