Sunken Ships

Sails catching the wind, wild, it’s a panting breath

that pulls at them, a lover with intent.

Water shoves its way on deck, suffocating a crew,

its waves holding secrets, they are full of regret.

The ship, drowning like the hopes of young hearts,

into the water, so deep, it was a wound never healed.

Splinters wash to shore, like reaching for

help.

A whole masterpiece cut to lonely chips of wood.

They are the ground of a child's happiest memories.

Pieces begin to be collected,

as if they might hurt the quietly drowning children.

We build lives on sinking ships,

see the people as they try to swim away