Poetry By Jambo Stewart
As I stand on a sinking ship
Plunge to an icy depth I wonder
About the buoyancy of my pride
Is it enough to float me in with the tide?
Or will the shackles of loyalty
Blind as they are
Hold me beneath the waves with nowhere to hide?
Suffocating, as Death’s watery tongues slips deep inside?
I wonder of the rats that jumped ship
With no promise of salvation
Is their outlook as dark and cold as mine?
Or have they found paradise in the sunshine?
There’s no way of knowing
But one thing is certain
Hope was drowning more quickly than me
So with the last glimmer of light, it turned to flee
With darkness all around
There is unavoidable doubt
Was the ship really safe? Did it really hit a cliff?
Or was there sabotage after a mutiny tiff?
Questions that lure me back to the surface
The chains dissolve to rust
I gasp for air at the top, sure I would drown!
It took me a moment to realise that pride was weighing me down.