Desperate Voyage

I set out on my personal journey on a tiny sea vessel,
Didn’t skillfully have proper training, but in me I had fortitude and raw muscle.
There were no strong ropes, or iron anchors to hold my ego down anymore,
Glory were my vintage mates left behind that the ocean they once adored.
One trusted talking bird in my ear tagged along as we cowardly set sail,
This dangerous trek had no room for heroes or tools to answer mail.
Food to eat would have to be collected from a sea of plentiful,
And the organ inside my head had no knowledge of its fool.

For 30 days and nights we weathered rough seas,
Feeling the mighty waves of a trillion rowing fleas.
No room to sleep from the pounding of natures force,
Navigational instruments were the stars that set our course.
My lips were dry as they missed the soft touch of a different heart,
My tears were dry from the lack and need of what had me drifting apart.
This captain was lost at sea and only guidance of the brightest star remained,
The risky voyage of desperation had driven a sailor to a grave of the insaned.

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A poem about a man that has lost everything and has decided to risk what ever it takes to get his life back together.


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  • Judy Seltenright
    Judy Seltenrightover 4 years ago

    Powerful !

  • Oh, I was hoping for an impact to allow emotions to run through the hearts and maybe it didn’t but with such lovely words, I feel just as good. Thank you for the read and comment.

    – oscarelizondo

  • JaneSolomon
    JaneSolomonover 4 years ago

    A fave Oscar! x

  • I appreciate you adding my poem to your favorites, it makes me very happy to know you like it and thank you so much for your comment, it too made me smile.

    – oscarelizondo

  • linmarie
    linmarieover 4 years ago

    I set out on a personnel journey,, yes I did! the pounding of nature , the lips that were dry, tears from drifting apart from loved ones, looking at at bright star in the sky from the starboard of the ship this is a sailors life. Only the sailors who lost their life at sea,, have an honorable grave in the sea,, THOSE who came back honor those we lost,, the sea was there master, mother and friend, how much more can we say,, this write got to me,, I am rambling again, so many emotions are running in my head,, that’s OK, my friend,, thank you again.!!

  • Thank you for your wonderful educational history and comment all in one. I just let my emotions take me to where they want too, and I leave no stone unturn as I constantly spill my guts because it does the body good. As alway, the pen is next to my heart, the electrical impulses carry the messages of my mind and heart to the pen and the keys to my computer. I thank you so much for making time to read an enormous amount of work by me. Stay healthy, rest, don’t worry if time catches up to you and you need a break. Oh, yes, look at the screen, yes I see those bags under your eyes, you’ve been reading alot and crying, I knew it. Make sure you are rested for the new year, still have a lot to say. I saw your new picture, but to say what I want to say might not be a good idea, so don’t think I didn’t see it.

    – oscarelizondo

  • linmarie
    linmarieover 4 years ago

    I FORGOT!!! Thank you my friend for honoring us,, this write hit me,,,,,,, Don’t be sad it made me tear,, if anythig remember you honored us here,, peace and love linmarie

  • tkrosevear
    tkrosevearover 4 years ago

    Brilliant journey to spirit upon the seas of knowledge Oscar ;) beautifully done ♥

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