Greg Costello

Rookie - 410 Points (05/04/1970 / Dublin, Rep. of Ireland)

Homesick Sonnet - Poem by Greg Costello

I need somebody to pick up the phone,
I'm in such pain and suffering alone,
It's an s.o.s. from across the pond,
Don't think about answering, just respond.
I feel cast adrift with no sign of land,
'Neath ripcurls of sadness, at their command,
So launch the lifeboat with skipper and crew,
For in such a tempest, armbands won't do.
I've tried my damnest to weather this storm,
Pursuing this dream in it's contorted form,
Hauling around some dutibound anchor,
Swallowing whole my internal rancor.
But rescue's not llikely, it's sink or swim,
Sorry to tell you, the forecast is grim.

Topic(s) of this poem: heartache

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, October 20, 2014

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