This ship is
weary
from a long
voyage at sea.
The storms of
life
have bashed
against the
mask
Ripping it to
shreds
only shreds
remain.
Bathing in the
rain
churning against
the bow
tearing at the
interior.
Almost
destroying
the contents
the journey
so difficult.
Now she must
return
to the port
for repairs.
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