10-29-2016, 04:28 AM
I fell in love with a siren
at the helm of a broken ship.
Strapped to the mast,
I tried to resist his song.
then came a northern gale
sails are now torn and down,
my comrades have all jumped.
the ocean devours like quicksand
waters have now colluded
to toss me into the sea.
I guess I drew the shortest straw.
- my friend is Jonah.
still unrepentant, I'm shaking;
my legs wet and wooden,
I cry out to God,
"I wish I was a real boy."
He says:
"Let your conscience be your guide."
collecting my courage
looking the whale in the eye
I tell him to swallow me whole.
hands on my chest,
I take a deep breath.
fluid fills my lungs
- Ophelia in the water.
I surrender to the deep,
trusting the Blue Fairy
to come and wake me
before it's too late.
at the helm of a broken ship.
Strapped to the mast,
I tried to resist his song.
then came a northern gale
sails are now torn and down,
my comrades have all jumped.
the ocean devours like quicksand
waters have now colluded
to toss me into the sea.
I guess I drew the shortest straw.
- my friend is Jonah.
still unrepentant, I'm shaking;
my legs wet and wooden,
I cry out to God,
"I wish I was a real boy."
He says:
"Let your conscience be your guide."
collecting my courage
looking the whale in the eye
I tell him to swallow me whole.
hands on my chest,
I take a deep breath.
fluid fills my lungs
- Ophelia in the water.
I surrender to the deep,
trusting the Blue Fairy
to come and wake me
before it's too late.

