Call Me Ishmael
Call me Ishmael, I am the slave to
desires and dreams of others and
their destinies preclude my own;
the seven seas may inoculate or
infect with depths of drowning dark my
turmoil twisting aimless and alone.
Obsessions of their quests for
peaceful vindication scars my
fraught objectives livid white;
Whilst they can settle down in waves of
salvage, sleep, serenity, all I can
claim is everlasting night.
My treasures sink into the beach, waste
marooned, bare glimpsed receded gaze,
oxidised on salt eroded shores;
with no control of my design, call
me Ishmael by default, do with me what you will
for by default I am, regrettably, yours.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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