Hold Fast for Naught

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Pushing forward on your ship. Because that's what you do, even if you never stop looking back.

Submitted: June 20, 2017

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Submitted: June 20, 2017



The helm has naught,
And the wheel it turns,
Towards waters fraught,
Where some throw themselves,
To avail of older burns

But I hold fast,
The ship it thunders on,
And cling to memories past,
With only passing thoughts,
To the far beyond,

To think such thoughts,
Of a lover gone,
The kind I'd sought,
Since fires broke,
The only one,

I left her there,
The reason lost,
And became despair,
My ship is wrong,
And true fate the cost,

Am I captain now?
Raised from rank with haste,
Clueless and furrowed brow,
The beauty we had,
All our posibilities,
All laid to waste.

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