Oars
I row and row,
Avoiding shorelines
As I go,
The never ending
Constant flow,
Pulls me forward
Even though,
I have no purpose,
Even then,
I row and row,
These empty oars,
Back and forth,
Until she comes
To pull me in.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
