Read Poem: My Sail is Torn, by Naseha

Dark foaming water is screaming for blood
Shivering legs battle to stay steady on the slippery deck.
Inky rain has engulfed the quivering oil lit orange light
Dying slowly from the distant windows of phare in wreck.

Gale is rising, so is the howls of scurrying men, shrieking
The reaper is dancing on the wooden men tossing on waves.
The king among men attired with rubies, diamonds & pearls
On their knees, the bones chattering like the tethers of slaves.

Two third of the night has passed, rain and rheum hold my eyes
A lone soul on the mast of the ship, I know the shore is not far.
In the dim distance from churning sea are the silent rocky edges
But strength is failing now, my sail is torn cannot hold air aflare.

Tossing in the ocean, a mere twig of frail mortal men with pride
Captain, can’t see you? Look at me for a moment in between your chores.
From the lowest deck, as you passed by, have seen your soft smile
Hold my sail. I have lead in my legs I will drown a knot from the shore.

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