The Journey
Though my hair is wild and free
I tremble with fear
As I journey across the unexplored waters of the sea
What strange silver monster
Eats at my wrists?
What strange creature
Gnaws at my ankles?
My brothers and sisters do not comfort me
For they moan with wretched anger and bone chilling agony
My innards slosh from within
Because of that continously dreadful
Rocking
My face tense and tight
With such childish fright
As vomit is thrown about in the night
My nose flares
As waste settles deep within the bowels of the ship
I raise my head
To pray
For on this hard wood,
In which I lay
Bound
I still believe