My soul expands in solitude
Aboard the ship of my emotions,
As incantations of poetry
Are cast across the oceans.
I was in love with amorous
Displays of passion,
A desolate pilgrim spirit
As it searches for compassion.
A womanising soul as it
Succumbs to fervent adulations,
My drugged eyes the accomplice
To delusional infatuations.
I watched the ship of my emotions
Return to port with empty hold,
Its cargo a listless heartache,
Unrequited, dark and cold.
An uneasy silence now engulfs
The paintings of my thoughts,
Embroidered imagination
Which dies as it aborts.
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