I am the shipwrecked
Pirate, Joe
The ocean is my home,
Deep in the depths
is where I lay,
The soul is all alone.
There are those treasures
I hold tight,
Although they sink me so.
They are the pains
that I hold dear,
I never let them go.
Awoke, one day,
I saw a face
Breaking the surface high.
An angel looking
from above,
I could not reason why.
But slowly, I
began to swim
I give my treasures up.
I open up
from all the hurt,
My soul is rising up.
Before my hands could
reach the top,
You slowly float on by.
An angel, yes,
but not my own;
Clouds passing in the sky.
I drift back slowly
to the dark,
Although it hurts me so.
The water covers
up my tears;
I won’t feel in the cold.
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