its kind of work in progress, haven't been able to figure out the last two lines...suggestions welcomed, but obvious if anyone reads the blog at all...
curse thy perpetual sailor
sorrow and misfortune tailor
cause he was blessed by sadness
sailed in a sea that of his tears
true had come all his fears.
swallowed by a burly storm
he lay blinded and torn
on the ship on the deck
a lone living being in the sea
hope's light he wanted to see.
not able to sum what he lost
to him time was a bite of frost
and he faked a smile wiped the tear
for he had a crew to shoulder
in his heart her face smolder.
decided he had not to give up
frightened eyes oozed like ketchup
he brunt the storm and the pain
as there was purest faith
even in the lucid wraith.
longed for the scent of sandy grain
and warmth without refrain
the sailor broke free to be there
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