The lost boat

I am a lost sailor 

Pulling 

Tugging at 

The boat 

The wave 

Here 

Crashing down on me 

Ripping my soul into 

As many pieces as there are grains of 

Sand 

                                         At the bottom 

                                                Of the sea 

                                               Untouched 

                                                            Still 

                                                      Happy. 

                      How can they be content 

                                               Away from 

The storm 

Breaking the boat

Ripping down my sails


                                         Until it is quiet 

                          Like a river in a dessert 

                                     Like unity in loss


  A chill runs down my aching spine 


No one can save me

No,

Not now

Inez Folklore

VT

14 years old

More by Inez Folklore

  • I still

    So Sunday was the first night of Hanukkah 

    And there are still cops 

    Outside the synagogue 

    And there are still people who look at us

    With murder in their eyes

    And there are still shootings 

  • God?


    If someone is up there 

    I thought you should know 

    I’m in love 


     

    A dove soars over the mist 

    God if you're up there 

    You should know I’m flying free