Adrift

I try to dream of future lives,
that give me hope of other ends,
which keep this soul that twists and bends
and spares it from life’s endless knives.

And all this pain each night revives,
might drown into a sinking past,
and give this ship a guiding mast,
that takes it far away from here,
and frees me from this lonesome fear,
if only I could stay steadfast.

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I wrote this in the form of an espinela.