Adrift Poem by TIMOTHY KNIGHT HILL
Adrift
Adrift, I find myself in this vastness of ocean called life My sails are torn. My rudders broken. Once I was a proud vessel. My cannons loaded with shot and powder. My flag flew proudly over many seas and ports. Adrift, No Captain, Lost is the First Mate. The waves crash against me and push me farther out to sea. Adrift I find myself without the love of my crew. Adrift I find myself without the cassolette of you. Adrift, no course to follow.
Adrift, a clear tale well told. Pregnant with under current of meanings. You may want to choose a different layout that makes it easier for the reader to read follow. Best RAB
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4/24/2024 8:52:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifully written.... Heart wrenching.. You have your course set, Only He.. He is the captain of your vessel now.. Destiney God..truth, love, Heart..johanna x