I'M The Taste Of Dislike Poem by Rose Rose

I'm a wrecked boat,
in the shore of hoplessness.......
Nor have I now an oarsman on my deck
Not have I a compass to set my pace
Here I'm alone on this shore,
being frightened by acid-eyes
But, never I feared of turbulent seas
when I was on top of its waves
where I ever drank the salinity,
But I was happy there in my sail
Oh, but, here I'm the taste of dislike
in the tongues of the people
of this ever beautiful earth! ! ! ! !