CONTINUATION OF POEM SERIES

For too long I have sailed this path

Waged warfare against the creatures of the sea

Each day a wake of sour hope

Each night a veil of craven despair

Then the gaping sight of land

And though dry and void of pasture

My soul craves inclination

For too long have I sailed and rowed

I am weary armed

The stark dryness scares me

Who knows what the night begets?

In wooden paths as dry as Sahara