Full speed ahead.
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A rotting ship that leaks.
Listened to the side, mute.
The canvas on the wall screams.
Porthole broken, dim.
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Who would want this future?
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I bow my head with awe.
At the ancestors' sacred cry.
Heavy, I feel the duty.
The responsibility unlifted, icy.
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Where shall I go to find support?
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Maybe it's my fault that it leans?
Maybe I have put a stone in this?
Or does illusion lash the thought?
In front of this sorrowful sight?
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It's my fault, I know it leans.
The birds told me in the morning.
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Cry, my nightingale, cry.
My story now calls.
Hands wet with salt.
Might change the fate.
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I cry too, I cry.
With strong eagle cries.
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My hands grasp the planks.
Take the varnish gently.
A new helm I will set.
I will change everything
From end to end again.
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My own story will not be lost.
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Take, mother, the oil and pour.
Wick in the center, sturdy.
The sacred flame I will light.
To light up this world.
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Give me, my God, patience and courage.
About the Creator
Manuel C.
I have been searching for my soul for years through writing, but I know that in the end, I will find it beside a river.
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Comments (1)
Wow! I really felt like I was on that rotting ship!