To Pass
While i sit
In this Damp rotten cave
The cliffs to high
I tried
In vain
Low tide
Lets me see
Outside
For a time
Before breaking waves
Force me
Inside
How many years
I've spent
In this darkness
This dampness
This rotten cave
No seaman
Should suffer
This torturest sentence
I know i am long dead
As the ships that pass
No longer have sail
My body
Now bones
Once strewn about the floor
This cave
The sirens
They come
On a low tide night
As i sit on the sand
Under a moon lit sight
Just outside
My crypt
My cave
My grave
They sing me
swoon me
Call me
To join my brethren
In the watery depths
I resist
The magic of there voices
As i am scared
Scared of what i cant see
Down in the depths
Of this rotten
Tasman sea
Scared
I will loose the memory
Of mum and dad
And the sister i had
The ports of call
The port i drunk
And the girls
Oh the girls
I did flaunt
From Frisco to Sydney
Bombay to Bengal
Tokyo to Hong Kong
I did them all
All the seven seas
And more
But thats all
All in the past
As i sit here
For the last
As i wait
Wait for the sirens
To sing me
To help me
Finally
To pass
Copyright © Dominic Middleton | Year Posted 2019
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