Poem 30 - The Fishing Trip
I look out on this vast ocean, and I wonder where I am supposed to be.
Yesterday was paradise, but today is a sight to see.
I'm fighting the waters, but am unable to break free.
This squal is relentless, and it looks to overtake me.
I turn my boat towards home, in hopes of escaping the pain that will be.
The old saying is, that there are plenty of fish in the sea.
However, I don't think that there is anyone for me.
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