death bed

You push me out to sea

With every toll life takes. 

My wood is deteriorating 

With thousands of years. 

 

I've held village girls

And I've held mothers. 

I've journeyed with the greats

And I've journeyed with kings.

 

Will I see the day

When you sail out to sea?

Your body on fire

Lying within me. 

 

Or are you an immortal being?

Do you have no end?

Is that why you keep coming back,

Burying every other soul. 

 

But life has taken its toll

On me. 

I'm now withered and old, 

But I'll still be here to serve and to hold. 

Posted in response to the challenge Boat.

izz_midnight

NH

16 years old

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