Bering Sea Gold

Hey folks, been a minute. Got a poem I’ve kept under wraps to post when I don’t feel like writing. Just happens to be one of those times, plus it’s exceedingly applicable. I sincerely hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

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Bering Sea Gold

Bering Sea Gold,

He barely sees straight.

A man can never know his fate.

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Barely alive,

and bearing the dive,

the man struggles, but never folds.

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Buried then

in Bared teeth,

this tests the man’s belief.

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Sail the strait,

but never the narrow,

find the key,

take an arrow.

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One day he’ll haunt an aged barrow.