Sean S

Rookie (NJ)

Der Sturm - Poem by Sean S

Awoken by Thunder,
And a yell from the helmsman,
'She's going under! '
Took a swig from the bottle of gin.

I rushed topside
knowing I had to be strong
for my crew, to endure this ride
But for length, I knew not how long.

I gazed out upon the mountanous sea,
to behold the massive waves
that would soon engulf me,
and send my crew and I to our watery graves.

The mast was torn asunder,
A CRACK and a BOOM
as the flash of lightning gave way to thunder
we all knew this voyage would end in our doom.

The rain stung against my skin,
I had no hope,
Not even down within
as I was left without a way to cope

with the enormity of the storm
that left us no escape,
weather completely out of the norm
and put our mouths widely agape.

To muster courage
Means you believe there's a chance
for hope to rise amidst determination,
But now there was none, not even a passing glance.

The mighty storm had won today,
sinking us as we fought valiantly
to keep our vessel afloat amidst the fray
and we finally sunk, no tale to sing of our galiantry.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

'Der Sturm' is German for 'The Storm'.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013



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