Another ship comes in the night
who stops to rest and hear my plight.
He throws an anchor in the waves,
and stretches out his hand to save.
He sidles up beside my hull,
and tosses blankets for the cold.
He shares a cup of wine in hopes
that he can soothe my weary soul.

But as I lay my heart on deck,
he starts to see that it’s a wreck.
He listens calmly for a while.
Eventually he cannot smile.
His countenance falls into dread,
to realize that from his end it seems
inside I must be dead.

For there’s no cargo ship can bear
the weight of all I have to air.
I must be sinking in my place.
He’s sure this has to be the case.
He makes a good excuse to leave,
and I am left alone to grieve
with all the knowledge that another savior’s
passed me in the night with no reprieve.

–Crys Wolf
March 13, 2012
8:31pm