Title: Adrift

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Poem

Instructions


A cloud of memory flows across the horizon.
The sailor's mate; when the seas tighten.
I'll find my way back to my native shore.
Then sigh no more.

 

I’m a cloud; i’ve no life.


A cloud of memory flows across the horizon.


And the cloud that took the form (when the rest of heaven was blue.


The cloud descended and the door closed.


I’m a cloud; i’ve no place to go.


None of the above



The shackles of our souls tighten.


And if a tyrant has the power to tighten.


And the talons of a crowbar tighten.


The rope is knotted, i feel it tighten.


The sailor's mate; when the seas tighten.


None of the above



And sat down in a quiet corner on the shore.


I'll find my way back to my native shore.


I'll walk with you to the shore.


For i'm the one who left dark ireland's shore.


For a long time i stood upon the shore.


None of the above



Then sigh no more.


Of the stygian lake was never more.


And the sabres chopped once more.


Then, he drew a little closer, we could see more.


And the thornbush never bloomed more.


None of the above