I am estimating ratios
To calculate the miles
I will need to forget
What the pirates defiled.
I thought the current of days
Would carry me sufficiently far
To release and forgive them
For being what they are
Remorseless, lawless,
In love with their own image.
I thought I could live and let live
Patch up, on my own, the damage
But it just doesn’t heal,
And it changed everything for worse.
They enjoy their bounty;
I am branded by their curse.
I believed they held noble virtues,
But they have no hearts
To house them in-
Ruthless to tear someone torn apart.
I know it will work-
I’ll forget them all in time.
But the wound must be deep
To be worth leaving so much behind
And risking so much ahead.
No matter how I calculate,
It is well worth it.
I hate pirates.
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