At the End of?

Philip Davy
Poetry in Form
Published in
Feb 28, 2021

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The sea is rough and waves are high,

The ship is doing the swirls and rounds,

The things in the ship are here and there,

The prayers in the ship are mounting high.

At the heart of the souls is fear,

At the brink of the ship, is danger,

At the cabin of the ship is the captain,

At the sight of captain is the harbor,

At the middle of the harbor is anchor,

At the end of the anchor is hope.

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