Poetry

Lone Ship

A Lone ShipI stand upon my ship.
Lost in the waves of life.
Trapped by the sea that carries me.
No change in the horizon in any direction.
My life is a an illusion.
A fabric, woven of threads threads I can’t grasp.

My oasis is a shore I can never reach,
For this planet that I exist upon is endless.
Endless waves of endless seas, without substance.
A desolate grey sky that torments me,
Creating storms that toss me about.

Sometimes the storms are enough to crush me,
But they do not as that is not my fate.
My fate is out of my control,
Drifting, to a harbor, a mirage.
Trapping me upon my ship.
As I sail on for lands I will never reach.

~ Jason P. Stadtlander

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