Mahogany Sky, Black Sea

I set sail when the sky was mahogany
and the rain cast us in a dull glow
I was happy to let the waves crash
rather than stabilize the possessions I had
I knew the old sun had burned out
but I left my homeland anyway
Leaving any chance of happiness to wither and fade

The greatest tragedy is knowing your story had already been written
and nothing you'll do will ever make any impact at all

Sometimes I wish I had a broken heart
so what I felt could be justified
But instead I'll watch the skyline refuse to change
while the clouds swell with collective tears
I know I've made things worse
but I just can't bear to look back
You will have moved on by the time I return

I'm not enslaved by any misery potion rather
I'm just so sick and tired of everything

I'll stay here on this black ocean
waiting for the land that will never appear
Perhaps it is written otherwise but
dying for a life held in calloused hands
is not my idea of happiness

Reviews

[just Penny]

Bitter or perhaps angry, but calm resignation that it is better to quit and take a chance than to remain in hell. Your words hold power that leave the reader in no doubt about their intention. "Dying for a life held in calloused hands" - great line. Penny

[Dark Poet]

"Sometimes i wish i had a broken heart so wjat i felt could be justofied"

That single line describes my deepest thoughts.
Great job elliot,!

[Luna Zerimar]

It was like.....I don't know how to explain myself.

When I was reading this, I felt... a lot. I could almost...picture myself.

I've never read something like this. Something that gets to me the way this did. I can't even move right now. Nor even speak. I can't even think.

Beautifully penned. You got me on this one.

[Laura Harrison]

Beautiful and heart-felt write. Good job.

[Brook]

I love the last stanza, it's wonderful.
I think you've done a great job with this, wonderful write.

[Emily]

I like how it starts right away with sailing! Well done.