The Gale


The deluge harbors fears in once intrepid sailors
Even flax sails cry out mercy from the mighty gale
A breach in each soul screams out that reminder
Of jagged rocks defending the aisle soon to lacerate their hull
Cries meant naught as tears in canvas offer only an impending doom
Some stand steadfast gripping that false belief of hope
Others kiss their own fate as a quick grip and jump
Forever washes all mental torture far far away

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