Thursday 15 April 2021

Rejected Burial by the Sea

There is rust where there was paint
And the sea shall claim dominance
For the under of the boat still dips
Though one may have tried protect it
with the livers of the whale
The sea takes what belongs to it
Buries it deep, and it is made one
The ages of men, animals, birds
Lie on the sands the water hides
If you shall ever dive, to find them 
Go forth knowing the sea's grimace
It has a distaste for those who weild
What belongs to it, 
to a point of contentiousness
Rightly so, it has pride and might
Unlike men, who ride on line of sight
Crash at its reefs, and wash ashore
Except those, the sea claims
Shall find happiness and belong to its embrace
I have been afloat, never shored 
The sea hates my guts, 
But the land hates me more.

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