The skies riddled with clouds of grey
A passageway open no more
Anchored we stay stuck to the bay
The discord is palpable in the air
Winds bellow a salty sorrowful taste
Troublesome is the sea of despair
Rains pounding in so much haste
Holding on for the last possible gasp
Disappointment litters the landscape
True north seems far out of grasp
A realization this time there is no escape
Then suddenly the skies turn bright blue
A light breeze soothes the well-worn face
The sun shines radiantly through
Pillows offer much comfort and grace.
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