Our bantam scow drifts aimlessly
And clouds rise up before her bow
We hold our course tenaciously
Not knowing how
A scow she is and scow she’ll be
Her cargo is our very soul
Our tiny vessel on the sea
Has lost control
The sea of life is filled with pain
And rages as the storm appears
A cancer we cannot restrain
Confirms our fears
The tendrils of the sea seep in
And wrap themselves about our helm
Destroying flesh and rotting skin
It’s cancer’s realm
We stand together in our fight
And choke the sea to stay alive
Beyond the storm there is a light
We will survive







Hilly xxx







I've seen Sue do this form too 






lovely flow, wonderful wording and all, i really love this poem, great job and good luck
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