You will all remember the last wonderful poem submitted to these pages by Elijah Bura Year 10. This is his latest offering for us all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
The Lost LinerAs I sail through the deathly waters,
Slicing through the riptides of the ocean,
Stricken by the blackened waves, like mortars,
I am gently swayed within the motion.
Onwards,over the seven seas I glide,
Searching for that wooden sanctuary,
Bold and lonely, trudging ahead with pride,
Wishing I was not so solitary.
I see the horizon in the distance,
It beckons to me to rise from the rain,
Only to emerge to an existence,
Where I'm dizzied in darkness once again.
Now I'm stuck conversing with my sadness,
Drowning in a twisted sea of madness.