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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