Shipwrecked Soul

Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.

On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).

Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).

There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,

dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She was, gone.

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Rage, rage
against the daunting waves
of the deep sea!

They’ll batter,
and curse your body
till it is broken,

but you dear schooner (lady)
shall remain stoutly proud
and strongminded.

Your voyage far too enthused by the souls (babies) within your womb;
sailors that long only to arise one day
on your pristine deck to see the sun.

For now,
their informal body
man your beating heart.

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Drifting along glass,
the serpents
have seized your sails!

Now,
your broken body
has had its beating.

What’s left is a black silhouette of broken masts,
Angrily piercing the burning backdrop
of the dusking horizon.

Your naivety boding ill,
not at all auspicious to your hopes in your life’s voyage.
In shores far off, debris from your life are beached;

to be salvaged by persons
whom know not your story.
To them you are lost, no more.

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Sunken beneath the glass.
With hearts writhing
with beatings perished,

this body, is a shipwrecked soul
not favored by fortune.
Suffering from the misfortune

of rejection
from society and home,
a castaway (outcast).

Together you took who you love in your womb
and carried them
to the bottom (suicide).

There
you will reside for eternity
in tranquility and rest (Hell).