Year’s End

Restless Desperation of a Rudderless Vessel
Lashing out with oars, but at what?

We have taken their direction,
For their safety, crippled them.

They splash about feebly, begging assistance
As rescue from their safety.

None will come,
they are safe.
None will come,
they are lost.
None will come,
they are gone.

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