Hardships On The High Seas
Set sail...pull the oars around...open the portholes...were on our way out the port and into the tides.
The swells have become a little calmer...the fishermen wave as we cross the line of no return.
The peninsula has just passed us by...the lighthouse is fading out of sight....it's lights no longer guide our simple ways.
Has life ceased to exist on all levels...we don't even see the dolphins making their calls through the ripples of the waters.
It was like Stalin made his mark upon the waters...life seemingly disappearing among the currents...no more crayons to make your colorful marks.
We need to find our way back...the mist has begun to crawl in...the lights are hard to sight even on the three story boat...dumb yacht.
Is that what I think it is...a kraken here to destroy our following...it's head slamming into the boat as if an earthquake had cracked through.
God help us...Allah raise us...Gaia relish in our hopeful ways...save us from this disaster...I don't think we'll make it.
I have fell off the boat...my eyes go blank...freezing waters paralyzing my soul...and I finally come too...my body against the sand...a building is ahead...my home...?
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