A Slightly Forced Nautical Metaphor

Just ask. This ship will tell you
That it's swayed at port for
Far too long. It's heard its
Ropes and moorings groan.
It's gazed up at the city's
Skyline in the sun and
Watched the buildings'
Lights at night come
Snaking on the rippling
Bay. It's gotten all it can
From here, and, built to
Move, it wants to go, but,
Being tied so tightly, it
Must stay in place. It
Simply rots, and senses
It will sink beneath the
Oily waves. How soon?
You shouldn't ask.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-28 at 22:53

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