Sailing to Dover
floating to death on water
we hadn’t a chance.
Screaming for life
for breath, a hand to hold me
swallowing silence.
Sinking and drowning,
a cold wet graveyard for home.
I hoped for better.
Sailing to Dover
floating to death on water
we hadn’t a chance.
Screaming for life
for breath, a hand to hold me
swallowing silence.
Sinking and drowning,
a cold wet graveyard for home.
I hoped for better.
Excellent, Paul. Taking and dense!
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Thanks very much Dzakye
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Well done Paul, brilliant and thought provoking – every now and then we need to stop and reflect on the lives that others are struggling to have and at times just don ‘t succeed.
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Thanks Greg – your words encourage me & are very thought-provoking
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This is haunting, Paul.
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Thanks Earl, that’s good to know
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