Mastless

It's been a really long time since I have written, so... just metaphorically stretching and loosening up the kinks! Speaking my mind without worrying too much about form

If my sail flows to you shore

I know what will become of me

It is the very same

As the many men before!

You will lift me out

From the burying sand

Curious, you prod me

Then carry me in your hand

You will cut out a piece

Of my delicate linen

And then take me back out

And set me to sea.

I know that in time

I will no longer sail

Onward... or sideways

Circling through gales

Mastless...

    Heartless...

        Disappear.

Author's Note

Like in the description... don't worry about the form... just the idea! What do you think of it?!