The Broken Boat Poem by Natasha Browne

The vast empty space was my sea of tears
the lonely boat was sailing for many years
the river was the flows of vinegar that rusted the boats coated paint
the howling of the wind was the sadness trapped inside
this boat was carried by the waves
that were the friends that came along for the ride
the coldness ached through each propeller
as the boat crashed on the rocks
the vast sea of emptiness was the curse that couldnt be stopped
there was no life on the abandoned boat
the tide was what kept it afloat
each day the boat drifted a little bit more
the waves had carried it to the shore
suddenly the sea didnt seem so cold
and the sails on the boat would no longer fold
the wind gentley whistled a happy tune
and the sun came out like it would in June
the boat drifted towards the land
and there it would find its rightful stand
a gentle sailor found it washed up on the sand
and he saved the boat with his out stretched hand