The Constant Speed of Failure

Traveling across lifes deep ocean

at the constant speed of failure,

Is like being Lost on deserted isles,

labelled a forgotten sailor.

The sails of happiness,

Are tattered on Hope's shore,

And the ship chases the Sun away.

Taking with it

 the sailors only warmth,

leaving him broken and afraid.

When darkness falls,

and the sailors will begins to fade,

he can no longer stand tall,

and he wishes the Ship of Happiness,

 could have stayed,

Trying to decipher his life treasure map

He's left only with his memories' mist,

Staring deep into it’s promising path

Hoping to find its eternal Bliss.

The life that he lived

before being left in exile

is why he keeps fighting on,

His once vivid dreams

 and sailors smile

 the treasure he searches for that is gone.

Though its deep within

his abandoned heart,

having no “X” upon its burial site,

Through the darkness,

the sailors instinct fails,

as he prays for mornings light.

As the stars dance,

Up in the midnight sky,

to the song of the waves

crashing on Hopes shore,

the sailors scarred hands

begin to tremble again,

as his eyes fill with tears

once more.

By: Cory Leland