To Sail the Seas of Broken Dreams(Poem)


There does it’s mast blow
In the broken seas of shattered dreams
Where all things seem
A probability of impossibility
Where love drowns like a drunken sailor
Back washed in the storm of the sun’s shade
Where all things made come undone
Where a little girl in the back
Of candlelit rooms
Huddles in the shadows of remorse,
Bruised and abused
In the memories of floating debris
Contemplative in the waiting of things that will never be
Where prayers crest and break
Upon the bars of cages buckling but never bending
Where groping hands of daddies
Rip innocence from the tender hearts
Of molestation’s grime
Where husbands in drug dug daze
Beat submission with meated hands
Possession tattooed in a skin once smooth
Where even sacred maternal chains
Shuffle love like a chess piece in a game,
Like the backbone of a promise
Thrown as garbage in alleys
Where rats knaw the blood of sacrificial bliss
Where even a true kiss means nothing
Where all things lost become more so
Where even the sharpened sword of true love’s bite
Can carve away the years
Where fear grips like an iron beast
Jagged teeth sunk to sorrowful soul
Where even the lure of another’s
Pain licked eyes can not go
Can not compromise the eroding of time
Where the storm of broken hope blows
Where the letting go of breath
Waits for that which she will never find
Except maybe in the smile
Of Death’s hollow promise


Shades of ghosts stealing away the day
Amidst a circle of flames
Where a man kneels weeping
For all that was lost
Blade of lowly means shattered in broken seas
Where a gleam in his eye holds the love of a dream