Journal Entry 6-From a Young Man Swooned By Piracy

This day marked my thirteenth year and the wound I received from a drunken bar maid shall linger longer My heart still beats and yet, if I look closely, I’m sure to be bleeding, my very soul wretched From beneath her bony fingers I saw the piece of eight handed to her by dirty hands Whispers of a promise from a dirty mouth Unbeknownst to me, he had offered her money to make me a man When I was out to prove to myself and to them, that I was worthy of a woman She came to me, offered me her dark secrets Took me to a place I have Never known to exist Laughing as she walked away, she winked and called me her little boy Crumpled upon soiled linen I offered her my innocence And she left me bare Crying out for its return, sorrow filled my empty chest for it’s false demise Tomorrow, we shall return to the unforgiving sea and I shall try to overcome this hate that is building inside my chest