I used to sail my ship deliberately
into the foggiest of bays
just so that I might momentarily
forget where my destination lay.
I used to manuever my feet frequently
onto the darkest of all streets
just on the chance that possibly
I might emerge from the shadows complete.
A vessel can withstand shipwreck, however
but a certain number of times
and those who walk in ill-lighted alleys
are often easy prey for criminal minds.
And so I find myself in worse shape
that when I began my journey
and my only thoughts are of home
and pondering the price of returning.
A contest entry
- Poetry Themes by Nicole Hanna.
1000 points, ended March 3, 2007, 21 entries
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Great final stanza. Says so much and still leaves the reader with enough meat to keep on pondering the meaning behind the words.
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