Poetry by Chris P.

My Boat

Into the blue I go
At night in a boat I row
The sea is my only friend
There’s no turning back
Our time is spent

Into the void I row
The stars have told me so
Like a whisper in the night
There’s no turning back
They’re all out of sight

The gods have spoken so
And with the winds last blow
In my little boat I glide
There’s no turning back
Towards the other side

Into my hands I blow
As I feel the darkness grow
My boat is moving ever so slow
There’s no turning back
That’s all I know

February 2024