Fading Sails...

Barren desolation,
Sun, please be my guide.
As I force my ship forward,
And fight the dying tide.

Lone desperation,
Quietly she weeps
Collects her thoughts worth keeping,
Forever shall she seek?

Dark disillusionment,
Save my tattered sails.
I have not the strength....
She whispers....She yells.

8-2-96

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