you know the ship wrecks
when you meet
them.
that distant stare.
those thread bare clothes.
those words of woe
after a lifetime
of sailing and crashing
on the rocks,
stranded on deserted shores.
there's never
a sunny day,
never are seas calm,
a coast clear.
you know them when
you meet them,
these ship wrecked souls,
they need help
to get back out to sea,
they want you to come
along,
to get on board,
go down they say,
go down with me.
Monday, August 28, 2017
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