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Ocean Aficionado
Truthfully,
I struggle to be free.
Unbearably,
Some strive to see a sinking sea.
Anger wraps around my shoulder.
I pray; I don’t get bolder.
The world, estranged, keeps getting colder.
It’s been forever; I’m still a sailor.
Curiously,
I’ve been chained in eternity.
Amazingly,
They die in an ocean of uncertainty.
Sails descend upon my shoulder.
I pray I won’t get bolder.
The world, afflicted, stares in wonder.
It’ll be forever; I’ll be a sailor.
Copyright ©
Miguel Gomez
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