I’m a rickety ship, storm-swept and tumbling,
From crest of wave to valley of tumult,
The sailors are huddled below,
The sails flap violently, tattered and torn,
Rapid foam floods the creaking deck,
The wheel spins out of control,
Angry clouds, dark and menacing fill the sky,
Rain and wind swell the in-between,
Panic rules in their company,
Bitter salt fills the mouth and burns the eyes,
The sound of chaos gusting surrounds,
I’m immersed in darkness,
The compass is spinning, speedily irrelevant,
The Captain is noticeably absent,
I beg for light and calm,
The wind usurps my voice, the waves my tears,
Taking on water and can’t give it back,
When I’m a rickety ship, sailing on fears.
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