A paper boat without sailor

Diana_Carolina

With a twist and a fold, one here a small bend  

A job of two people, a task for two friends  

While one scrubs the port, the other stands to defend  

The ropes from the waves that threaten us to descend.  

 

Is at least what I see, from the vessels passing me by  

The deck beneath them is freshly cold wet, under me feels dry  

Like they’re free to roam the land, while I’m stuck to the sky  

And no sailor to stroke swimmingly as one would do as an ally.  

 

I’ve no oar, or companion, just dirt sneezes and yellow stains  

Though heavy as they may, I wish to have at least chains  

To toss them far aboard, catching to the ships that follow the rain  

Granting the barnacles in my engine to wash away my pains.  

 

I wish not to be a hat, wish for nothing more than to swim  

Afloat over shore with my sailor, just me and him  

What’s to be of a paper boat, if it can’t swim but goes sadly limp?  

Would be a shame to the saltwater that frisks and cheers me with a drink.  

 

Would I look more distinguished if I wore a buoyant flag?  

It matters not if it’s with skull or is simply pitch black  

A boat’s passage is afloat, they can’t move if they just drag  

Just want to dive like others and have what they not lack.  

 

I’m but a lonely paper boat without sailor, abandoned by the seaside 

To a post where child of the waves deserves not to be tied  

Even so, when my seafarer finds me, with a smile he and I will sigh  

And head to that side, where the corals await and the ocean wind never died.  

 

 

  • Autor: Mad_Hare (Seudónimo) (Offline Offline)
  • Publicado: 12 de febrero de 2021 a las 18:20
  • Categoría: Triste
  • Lecturas: 13
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