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This is no longer a safe place for me to be

A tornado of lies swirls around my head

A whirlpool of distrust at my feet

Both threatening to suck me in

And things are being tossed about

Sharp things that could cut deeply

The sail is rent, tattered, shredded

There is no way we can use it

To go in any direction from here

I don’t know why I let you convince me

To stay aboard as long as I have

You said we were in this together

But it is painfully apparent that

You don’t want any assistance from me

It’s almost as though you were intent

On sinking the ship all along

Drilling tiny holes in her hull

Even as I was trying to bail

Trying to save us both

In the distance I can see another vessel

One that appears strong and safe

One that could carry me off

To somewhere warm and dry

I am nearly ready to jump ship

I am a strong swimmer

Evident in the fact

That I have not drowned already

I’m convinced I can make it there

But it seems there is only room

On board for one of us

Besides, you always made sure

To remind me endlessly

That you are indeed the captain

Commanding the helm, plotting the course

Well, Captain, now you must make

The ultimate sacrifice – For once

Bear the responsibility of your position

And go down with your ship

 © 2009 – Andrea J. Shannon

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