Black Sails of the Enemy

There is a darkness that clouds my being.
Unjustified and without true form.
Or am I unconvinced of this feeling?
For even some ships cannot weather storms.

Seasons pass with slumber, my Enemy.
With daylight as a Friend to my eyes own seams.
These blackened ripped sails of antipathy
To longer grasp onto these mystic dreams.

I have laid ignorant against the wake
And blind to the mending needed to stitch
What guides me to hope and what’s at stake
A devil to pay, and without love’s pitch.

Searching for the horizon at the bay…
When and where are these promised brighter days?

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