A storm on the horizon,
No shore in sight
Will the sailor make it home?
Against the ocean's might
As approaches the tempest,
Seagulls take flight
The lull in the sea is gone,
With the fading of the light
Was a storm the sailor's fate?
Or is he responsible for his own plight
These questions don't matter anymore,
As he gathers all his courage and might
At not a great distance,
A lighthouse burns bright
Hope is now a candle,
Too far out of sight
Waves toss the ship yonder,
Every dark hour of the night
Death lurks all over,
Is it truly worth the fight
As drops the battered ship's anchor
The sailor hangs on tight
He prays to his maker,
And says his own last rites
"Abandon ship O' sailors",
Cries out the captain in fright
A decision made in haste though,
Will turn all into cursed wights
Ayman Parray © 2018
I think that I read this as you wrote it. The brief storm of life, inundates all. I don't. understand. At your age, I had 'ample' time. Be Happy! !
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Please post your last poem!