The galleon of pain

The galleon of pain

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The galleon of pain.
The galleon of pain
sailed
on moonlit blues
in a mist foggy
blinding deep.
Distressed,
horizon missing,
sun no longer viewed,
depressed.
When will cloud nine
break the bow?
Who will fire the cannon Hope?
When will the rise and fall
of pain reside shipwrecked
in Davy's Locker awash,
forever gracing the ocean floor?
 

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 28, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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