Cradled

The sea cradles the boat gently.
Back and forth,
back and forth.
I take comfort in the fact that we're halfway through our voyage,
back and forth,
back and forth.
The ship is full of rotten thoughts for one another,
confinement with others is not a way to keep friends.
Yet, back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth we go.
Tempers flare, and tempers sink,
sailing on this sea of salt.
Here we go and still we think,
that our journey will come to a halt.
It's no one's fault.

We are bound together by our captains word,
but most of us just fear his sword.
He keeps his strength up, eating meals,
we get scraps, while he gets jewels.
We do the work, he gives the orders,
we obey because we don't have the strength to say no.
Stuck in a droning and repetitive act.