NaPoWriMo Day 15: Old Creaker

Creaking like a ship at sea

Sails rattling and flapping

Snapping in a stiff

Ocean breeze

Salt in the wounds

Groaning, moaning,

Straining to rise

Rise above the decks

Like a looming wave;

I only trickle gently

Towards the final shore.

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