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

13 years old

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