My Penny Spent So Wrong

A penny for the tillerman
and through mists across the waters we glide,
the water lapping loud against the hull,
and I stand in ominous dread
of what lay on the other side,
the cold damp white veil
attesting my reticence,
numbing my fear to bravery,
as we inch closer to a distant shore.

The silence is foreboding,
no bird aloft or even light to show the way,
just this heavy white sheet,
in anticipation of the unknown,
as a stomach growls in worry,
and aching bones on fragile wood does shake,
all for the want of knowing,
what life or fate awaits
upon an untested shore.

A creaking sound echoes
as the boat touches land, with a jolt,
and the tillerman gestures me to leave,
and as I step down upon the wet sand,
that veil begins to lift
and my eyes now focus on the land, what awaits;
but every problem from which I did flee,
now stands before me, like ghosts upon the shore,
un-dead corpses wandering.

I turn to the boat in panic,
but the boat and the tillerman are gone,
my penny spent so wrong,
and I, left upon the same shore
as I did leave across the waters;
and in realization of my quest,
I admit so coldly to myself,
I cannot run from my woes,
for they follow me relentlessly.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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