Drowning
The flames lap and ripple,
rise into the air.
Roar their destructive power,
hypnotise unaware.
Six months have passed now,
since you went to sea.
Our babe slumbers on,
untroubled, on my knee.
My heart's sinking fast,
under the blue of my dress.
Waves of fabric lap legs,
my limbs are restless.
You haven't seen your son yet-
left when I was in full sail.
Please come home soon my darling,
my strength is starting to fail.
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