Carl Fraser Poet Rhyme

Regrets

Its five am on the open seas
But I've lost all sense of days or time
I keep pretty much to myself out here
My only playground is my mind

Owners push for efficiency
To the point that sleeps just an ugly word
And to ask for leave for events at home
Is just considered completely absurd

I've missed children taking first steps
And many birthdays have passed me by
My chair is vacant for Christmas dinners
If I'm still loved i wonder why.

My room is smaller than a jail cell
Most times there's no signal on my phone
I read Gods word to find some peace
But i feel very much alone.

I've lost lovers who could wait no longer
Who found another's arms to hold at night
I've returned to empty houses
To live out my lonely plight

When i was young i wanted adventure
To sail free on lofty seas
I've seen many ports and cities
Where ships have carried me

 My life is full of let downs and broken dreams
Perhaps my career choice was not so wise
To those who counted on me to be there for them
Please forgive me for the time i have denied.

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Poet Destroyer A April 29, 2016 at 10:02 AM Carl, wow, your mind is the only playground. I guess that's what I am missing. ((the playground of, thinking)) After all, I keep myself behind doors 90percent of the week. (you'd think I was locked up. You have a great write. I feel bad that you blame yourself and have regrets. And think you let everyone down. What if they are the ones who let you down. After all, you following your childhood heart/dream. Yes, it became a cave, because you allowed it. I think you chose that life, because, at one point in time, you decided this is how you would provide for those you love. They may fail to see it right now, but they will, when it is no more. Anyways, don't mind me. If I had a man who was working out in the seas, I'd be so happy every time he found his way home. Enjoyed your poem. LINDA