Sailing Boat on the Lake

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A poem about desperation and release in sleep.

Submitted: November 20, 2011

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Submitted: November 20, 2011



Where did she go?
I myself barely know.
She was here,
She was gone,
I was alone.

No more quotes,
She sailed away in a little boat.
Left the harbour,
And down came the thunder.
I know.

Slam on the breaks.
No more one more takes.
She made her get away.
In a little boat across the lake.

The sailing boat sailed on,
On and on and on,
Thunder came down,
As did the rain.

She knew she would be safe,
Harboured from herself.
If only shed got the pills.
If only shed got help.

And the rain kept coming
But no more running.
She just sat still,
In her sailing boat on the lake.

The boat rocked,
And then it swayed.
The storm battered the sails,
And she felt she could simply fade away.

And the smell of flowers,
Up from the ocean bed...
Worked like narcotics,
And buzzed through her head.

She lay down,
In her little sailing boat to the end.
She smelled the flowers clearly,
And then she was dead.

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