wool

the depression
is like a wool blanket
gently tucking me in
for six more weeks
of sadness

six more weeks
times
six more weeks
times
a lifetime
of fighting against
the silken cuffs

tired of fighting
tired of not

just tired

you were a lighthouse
in the mist and fog
yet
you chose
to extinguish your flame
afraid perhaps
of another salty sea dog
seeking succor
at your shore

two more barrels of rum
while i spit more teeth
over the side of the ship
ivory
for those gone before

tucked into bed
in the swaying cabin
as the rocks and reef
bash and batter

draped in softly spun wool
singing shanties
as the hull takes on more water
than any vessel
was made to handle

memories of the light
the siren call
that led yet another tall tale
to disaster

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