Sonnet 4 A Castaway's Dream Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Cruel tidal waves rise and fall and combine
To destroy little by little my shore
Where I grow shells for pearls that I adore
And which to match her teeth and eyes I twine.

And there are mad winds that my boat incline
Till I feel lonely and wait for much more
Of this forlorn for the bad spirits roar
Not letting my strengths rejoin and aline.

I drowned my old habits with compassion
To keep afloat when I started sinking
My many deaths surpassing my actions.
My only hope is to start more dreaming
Or days when I can have other options
And forgetfulness and new beginning.
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