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Sinking Ships

 

Failing arms turn to lifeless limbs

What people will do for a taste of sin

Water weighing me down unable to make a sound

Seems like the enatible has been found

Death is approaching with every second

I hope this crash is a learning lesson

Air is of no use here

Oh Reuel my love please don't shed a tear

My heart is now like still drum

Unable to beat my time has come

I am grasped by a hand is this god?

It was the plan of a man that wanted to be god

Coughing up fluids that possessed my body

It is as if the ghost had sought me

One less body than when we came

Molly’s spirit was never the same

Her justice unserved

Her cries unheard

She was expected to save the life of because no one would save hers

Caught in the cross wire of her lovers smize

Who knew his mistakes would be her demise

How convenient that there is help for me

Where were these hands when my friend was drowning

The culprit is now to sick to move

As if he didn't have the strength to prove

That he alone caused this trouble

I think this water has me seeing double

How could I have ended up in this mess

I never meant to cause Reuel so much stress

Who would help someone commit such a crime

She must have had needed payment for her time

As he lays on the shore look hopeless

I am trying to learn a way to cope with this

Frustration, pain, nausea and weakness

If only the truth could be my witness

A white man with accounts that with be believe

If this lady wasn't watching I would surely leave

Planks of wood slowing absorbing water

With sinking ships why do I bother.

The information on this page completed by Ivaria Riden

POEms

A Plea for Help

 

If I should die before I wake

Who is responsible for putting my in this place.

Will I ever be in control of what used to be my body

I am only here because some sought me.

I walk the streets alone longing for my husband

I guess this man here must be a god send

He is not Reuel but goes by Livingston

He seems to always be there when i am about fall

Barely able to hear molly’s call

It is as if he is dedicated to my well being

So sad that his love’s death was not foreseen

This Aubrey man sure is close

Is he waiting for me to go comatose?

He may be the reason that I have witnessed this ghost

She moves with the greatest precision

Making sure to be seen by only one's vision

Her warning I must  head for in the end I am her seed.

How do I stop what I can't control

For it seems that the truth is untold.

So what has become of the husband

I hope his arrival will save me from this wick man

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