Sailor Poem by John Howard Davies

I am a sailor on a bad sea
where the waves can eat your face
turn your guts around
throw them on the ground
and put your thoughts
in a cold dark place

I'm a sailor with no sunshine
no direction, no north star
no collected dreams
but instead black screams
locked tight in a screw top jar

I'm a sailor with no future
no anchor to keep me still
so I'll drift away
through another day
to the next and then until

I'm a sailor sunk and scuttled
alone on a cold sea bed
empty sails now hang
with some words I sang
in their rotting state of dead

I'm a sailor on a dead sea
I'm a sailor full of grief
if the god of seas
catches me
it would be a great relief

I'm was a sailor with a broken heart
that broke again on a distant shore
now I'm lost and drifting
and no ones listening
to this sailor anymore

I am a sailor on a bad sea
with no sign of land at all
just the crashing of my memories
as the ghosts inside me call

I'm a sailor drifting aimlessly
to a port that isn't there
when the eight bells ring
it doesn't mean a thing
and I'm not sure if I care

I'm a sailor with a lost cause
my navigation is up the spout
no one follows me
on this torrid sea
that won't allow me to sail out.