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Before He Sleeps Tomorrow

N.C.Saketh 2016ABPS0839

Voices in his head take him on voyages
In the midst of the sea where noises
get a rest to see the true blue
He anchors it to take a plunge through
the nipping surface, this time he's hoping to
get in the debris of a condemned ship
But sharks around wouldn't let him in.

He was an unopened bottle yet to be tasted
The pub was full but he wanted to make no addict.
He witnessed few broken bottles but said he wasn't afraid to be one
He wanted to be clasped around but to be looked through by none
He feared to be left open, vulnerable
As wanted he stood at the end of the shelf, aloof.

The ship sank, calendars no longer cared
But he seemed fine and undamaged,
But when he found himself in the ship
It was about time to expire.

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