Twenty Thousand Leagues

by Caleb Freeman

Twenty thousand leagues penetrate my soul.

Darkest depths bury forgotten skulls.

Skeletal remains whisper ghostly tales,

Of foggy nights in search of a grail.

Aborted voyage stolen by the rage,

Of angry winds that torture the waves.

Twenty thousand leagues, deep within me,

In the jungle of my mind, swim the phantoms of a sea,

Where hemispheres of time shadow relics of defeat.

Settled to the floor lie the sore of sunken dreams,

The passions of the past, now blown to smithereens,

Shattered on the rocks of reality.

Twenty thousand leagues, a ripple in time,

The colors of a struggle, paint the grand design.

Each man’s storm engraved in stone,

Just a name and a number, all else unknown.

The worries of the world, the sum of life:

The purpose of God or a meaningless knife?

© 2005 Caleb Freeman