Harbours

A dock on the fringe of insanity,

Always seems to draw in these profanities,

A sailor’s mouth washed in salinity,

The clam’s pearl that sparkles with eternity

In a hand crumbled by uncertainty.

Yet, there’s this certain beauty

Held by whimpering fragility,

The pressure of constant virility,

The wishes of potent nobility,

The visions of rodent civility,

Harbour these pent soliloquies.

Introspections into ability,

Extrapolations of finite infinities.

This madness of choosing reality,

Causes some to succumb to fallacies,

Causes some numbness to tragedy.

A fairytale past capacity,

A dream for this broken humanity,

An illusion in this sunken side of cracking vitality,

A fruition of trees, seeds germinated by insanity.