The watery depths of hope

pervade my sullen scope
to see the scents and views
my little world among the vast
and my very own one man crew,
my sails high and water tight
we course the ravaging sea
ever knowing that what we seek
are the chains of once was free.

Avast, the lands all waver bye
on their course to farther reaches
where once was the love of care
has become the song of leaches,
my sail now is a tattered worn
and my row is low at best
but my soul shines on beyond behest
and my treasure still beats
at the depths of my chest.

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