Exiled - Sentinel
Exiled - Sentinel
How do I hate this job
let me count the waves
Poseidon’s icy blasts
torment of seadog knaves
slashing at my heels
billowing candle snuffers
intent upon a darkness
denuded of all buffers.
Fear holds me frozen
awash amid the fury
victim of a crooked judge
and trial without jury.
Clanging shackles bind me
in service to the sea
doing time on foaming shoal
never to be free.
4/11/2016
submitted to Sentinel – Quatrain Form – Poetry contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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