by Gavin Wyatt

Created on: November 04, 2009

My Sails, My Ship, My Life, My Death

The sails once proud burst into shape

Massive wings of cloth pulling, its belly so full

Ballooning from the timbers with force so great

The winds of desire pushing into the soul

With furious howling the wind had screamed

Waves crushing force against the bow

Wind broke wood, splintering and snapping beams

Only tattered cloth is hanging now

Never knowing how one would fare

The sails were the vessels last hope

A man and a ship now ripped open and bare

Like straw on camel's back, snapped the ropes

The ship has quit like the man

No wind was ever thought to be so strong

To shred the hands that caught life's plan

Arrogance sending it to depths where it belongs

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