The Journey

Though my hair is wild and free

I tremble with fear

As I journey across the unexplored waters of the sea

What strange silver monster 

Eats at my wrists?

What strange creature

Gnaws at my ankles?

My brothers and sisters do not comfort me

For they moan with wretched anger and bone chilling agony

My innards slosh from within

Because of that continously dreadful


My face tense and tight

With such childish fright

As vomit is thrown about in the night

My nose flares 

As waste settles deep within the bowels of the ship

I raise my head 

To pray

For on this hard wood,

In which I lay


I still believe





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