Boating

Under the Sea, by Glyn Philpot (England) 1918

I was born on a boat of rock,

a boat of silent anger.

Don’t rock the boat,

don’t tell the world

what you think.

Don’t make mistakes,

you won’t survive a boat

that rocks and capsizes.

I was born on a boat 

that might not float

on the ocean of denial.

I cut the ropes that tied 

me to the boat, and sunk

to deck the ocean floor,

a rigid rock of lies,

a suicide of sorrow.

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/anything-goes-friday-82324?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true