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I am a sailor, I am a pirate, I am a cabin boy climbing up into the crow’s nest, higher and higher, thick knots tied around my ankles and I drag the ropes up

I drag the ropes up, I drag the ropes around, I drag the ropes down to the side of the ship, I feel the knots tighten around my legs and I fall overboard into the salt

I fall overboard into the salt, I fall overboard into the water, I fall overboard into the darkness, it fills my lungs with black seaweed and I can’t breathe anymore

I can’t breathe anymore, I can’t see anymore, I can’t think anymore, until suddenly I am being pulled up, rope tied fast around my neck.

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  1. And yet the pain, the struggling the suffering are the signs that I am still alive, fighting, wrestling, challenging hard for my life. Lovely piece of poetry. Hope to see more from you. Keep up the good work. 😊😊😊

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