Facing the Wind

I pilot an onyx boat of braille
Through a sea of wicked storms.
Facing the wind, I need no false friends
Whose love proved to be only lukewarm.

‘Neath an eclipsed moon, I rig my sails
Scribed with black cuneiforms.
I need no false friends, facing the wind,
I laugh at angry, purple-faced storms.

Charybdis swirls opens, maw inhales;
My boat stabs through, bow a thorn.
Facing the wind, I need no false friends
To offer up hope, pity, or scorn.

My boat rides high, powered by my wail
To adumbral shores forlorn.
I need no false friends, facing the wind,
For darkness keeps my gelid soul warm.

©2021 KT Workman

Poetry form used: ZaniLa Rhyme


Image by mskathrynne from Pixabay

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