I'm digging a hole 
Deep and fast, 
I cannot reach the top
As I sit on the ledge my legs dangle over the edge
                
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passionately curved with imagery and metaphor yet with beauty to behold, thanks for sharing

 
                     
                
Good poem, bad ending. Forget em'. My sails were never full enough to catch the ones I thought I loved. But full enough to catch the one I love.