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Shipped Out Love

Poetry By: parkelis

Love is gone. Love dies. Some love never is there at all. What should we do to have love?

Submitted:Mar 4, 2011    Reads: 40    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I just want you to hear me out on one thing:
I hate it.I hate you for what you've become.
The captain jumped ship so many months ago.
Three to be exact, but it seems like so much longer.
Time flies when insanity is ruling.
The kingdom that was once before has fallen to ashes.
The boat is rocking, back and forth, back and forth, endlessly,
Never really moving forward at all.
You're stuck, stuck in time.Why don't you move?
I see no icebergs, no stop signs, nothing to halt you?
It's raining again.I'll say it, droughts now and then aren't so bad.
Rain pores, it never stops, waterfalls in between sobs and shrieks and questions that will never be answered.
"What did you get?Why me?Why do this?"
You're not alone in the sea…there is beauty on the other side.
There's a malfunction in the engines.
No progress can be made, whatsoever.
You're about to sink.
WAIT!The engine is clear.Why are you still sinking?
And where are all the life jackets?
Friends are long gone; they have seasickness from the terrible rocking.
Your daughter is a broken-hearted girl, lost in a world of love and wicked partners.
And me, I give you it as it is.
I speak only truths.
But they seem to scratch the surface of your ship and stain you more.
I'll stop.I won't say a word.Why should I hurt you, after all this?
I only sought to help.
But there's no one…no one that can repair this ship.
It's truth.I don't want it to be, but it is.
He did it.When will you see that it happened, it's over.
Life can and it will go on.It will, if you give it one chance.
STOP.You are NOT a victim, you are NOT alone,
The rain can come to a stop,
You are going absolutely crazy.
I am not your anchor.
Where is the ship I used to have?
Where is my home?
It set sail; I wish it would come back.
I dream of it.I want it.I would give you anything, any admission this April, away.
I…ugh, why?One question: why choose this new life of gloom.
Steer back.You know the way.Find me waiting for you at the port.
I'll have my old smile and you'll be the way you once were.
It'll be amazing.I promise.
Oh no, the port is closed for tomorrow, the day next, and forever after.
You only have today.I'll wait till the sun goes down and the last ship comes to harbor.

Come for me.See you there.


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