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Ship In A Bottle

Anger builds up inside me,
Fear on the deck,
However light or dark,
I'm always on a wreck.
Blur in day,
Blur in night,
I won't give up,
Without a fight.
The shipmate up,
On the mast,
Holding on,
Yet decaying fast,
A dull blue hat,
Upon my head,
Boosting spirit,
That's now dead.
From all I am,
From where I've been,
In this darkness,
I'm never seen.
I am an old stick,
Weak and frail,
Yet I yearn,
To be in a gale.
I am like a child,
Adventurous and energetic,
But only if I,
Were telekinetic.
Only to reach my crew,
And explore the waters outside.

by Matthew Rooke (10)
CSG Village School, Chalfont St Giles

Competition - Out Of This World

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