one day as the last has
slipped ..
Darkness began.
rolling of the boat.
now .
this is
how.i remeber it.
in the face of my death i laughed
never to be heard.the
screams of every living thing.the fall of one mans dreams.
like. a nightmear.
but i am awake.
i scream up to my lord.
is this truly my fate.
as wind blows with force.
an then rain fall on me as if each drop
were needles .blood flows .
away with this i pray .we made it back to
dry land .23 days later .
i will be back. sail on
whispers on night winds.
©p.wolf
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