The Ship of Fools
The sail the sea so blind
The Ship of Fools
No stars above. Just ash and smoke.
The mast is cracked. The hull half broke.
They sail through oil-slick, blackened tide,
With vacant eyes and tongues that lied.
A jester grips the rusted wheel,
His grin sewn shut with strands of steel.
They toast to gods they never knew,
Then feed the sea with what they slew.
The deck is slick with sins and brine,
Their voices rot like spoiled wine.
One speaks in riddles made of bone,
Another hums, already stone.
No one screams when silence drowns.
They simply laugh as bodies frown.
A choir of madness, cruel and shrill,
That mocks the storm they cannot kill.
They chart no course. They seek no land.
They drag the dead with each command.
The ship does not forgive or save.
It builds a kingdom from a grave.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (8)
Excellent poem, love how it flows.
Another fun poem, Marie. You are in a jovial mood today 🌝🌝
Man-a boat full of politicians-ya they would drown
Good job, Miss Marie. I think at times that this is what the world seems to be.
Fabulous poem, Marie.
Feels like Trump’s America.
Good job but it is kind of freaky at the same time,
Nice story