Slip
A boat breaks down with every crash of the ocean's waves
The salt is a catalyst carving in the wood, Small and detailed caves
Sail is ripped and battered the treasures of the boat in the water they are scattered
The boat sinks deeper in the open water, Overtaking the hull and the captain's quarters
For you were on this ship
And describing the boat instead of describing you
Makes this tragedy flee my mind and causes my sanity to slip.
This poem is about:
Me