Slip

A boat breaks down with every crash of the ocean's waves 
The salt is a catalyst carving in the wood, Small and detailed caves 
Sail is ripped and battered the treasures of the boat in the water they are scattered 
The boat sinks deeper in the open water, Overtaking the hull and the captain's quarters 
For you were on this ship 
And describing the boat instead of describing you 
Makes this tragedy flee my mind and causes my sanity to slip.

This poem is about: 
Me

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