Poetic interlude

I couldn't find satisfactory poetry at the library the other day, so I went home to rifle through my stuff, seeing what I could find. How's this:

Some days we’re ripped and torn away
From the shores and tossed to a watery grave
Set adrift in the depths of the drink and in the hands of the gods we curse

We call for help when no one’s around
Shot down bleeding thoughts never make a sound
Set adrift in the depths of the dark, in the heart of the sea where we wish….

I feel it in my bones when the storm is close
Then I wait for the rain and the wind to blow
As dark colors fill the sky, I’m drenched and feeling so alive
My eyes closed tight and my ears open for the boat.

We all carry the tune we love
Think of home when the waves and the going get tough
Hold our breath and go down with the wish of just one last kiss to rest

I feel it in my bones when the storm is close
Then I wait for the rain and the wind to blow
As dark colors fill the sky, I’m drenched and feeling so alive
My eyes closed tight and my ears open for the boat.
--Chuck Ragan, "The Boat"

Want to hear it put to music? Have a listen. And if you want more, there are about four other songs streaming on his website.

Is that cheating somehow to pass off song lyrics as poetry? Maybe. I've heard the argument that lyrics are not poetry. And it's true, not all lyrics are (yes, "humps" and "lumps" rhyme, but...). Good song lyrics are poetry, though, and these are good songs on all fronts.