The Cold Shore
One more place i need to be
To watch the wind and hold the breeze
Ease pain and feel the cease
Before i sail and go to sea
The northren star shines the brightest
With a light that guides you astray
Through the darkness and toremented bay
To the lost home and most darkest
A light call of sounds of the seas
Let not it guide you to be the fallen unproud
A guilt to bear through the seven seas
Which will make you bleed out loud
Dark clouds and thunder with pouring rain
Left the ship broken with tormented pain
A bleak night of march that took away
All of the joys that were lent to stay
Yes the darkness was unbearing
The cruise was far beyoned dreaming
Yet the ship sail to an unkown land
To rest and escape the foresaken plan
By the cold toremented shore
There laid the master cold and dead
I heard a loud cry that stood to roar
My master died with a smiling dread
Comments
manatita44 from london on September 14, 2021:
Intersting poem. Keep going!!
Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on September 14, 2021:
That was a deep and interesting poem. Thank you for sharing. Welcome to HP! Blessings!
