Damned Course

At the beginning of last October

my heart felt softly sober.

Knots were frayed so I tied one on,

fearing that love was all but gone.

But whiskey can’t fill what you have drained,

the incessant waves brought back the pain.

So summer left and colors burned

past the point of no return.

I was till then on the great divide,

a restless vessel in lonely tide.

I touch my temple, consider the peace

a storm brewing is here to cease.

Winds pick up, I retreat to my room—

This place is sorrow, my ship is doomed.

So take away my gasoline

I’ve burned all my bridges clean.

The bow will break and so do hearts

Learn this my dear: things fall apart.

Mistakes are forgotten, lessons are learned,

fear is the predecessor for what we yearn.

They say love is a shipwreck of remorse

and we let rough seas run their damned course.