Marine

Submitted by Tim Hawes on Sun, 2009-06-28 20:19

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MARINE

I am tired of this hard
Communication but cannot stop.
Like a surfer riding a wave I can
Only change direction. I haven't
Slept long enough to dream,
And so my dream became
Reality. I am sixteen

With a clear eye seeing Wilmington
As an impossibility and intent
On being a Marine. I don't know
What is out there in the world
But am young and strong and willing
To find out. But in my dream I'm
In a world filled with outlandish

Metal sculptures and surrounded
By beings content to live there
Building idols one after the other.
I chafe and look about seeking
A way out, wanting to become a
Marine again to search the unknown:
Old, perhaps, and weak but willing to go.