Sitting in the darkness
Waiting for the moon
Because the sun refuses
to grant this boon
Mind like a dusty road
Questions racing full throttle
Dark skies groaning with watery load
Dripping from dashed bottle
The compass spins wildly
Wind roaring in the yards
The seaspray hisses sourly
and bursts in briny shards
Drifting without rudder
Sails tattered, ropes frayed
Prays the sailor
All hope allayed.
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