Lost
Young seaman hurried while boats dropped below. Far less to help, far less to row. Ship sinks amidst crashing waves rising, shipman leaves mournfully waving, far less of her revealing, far less of her remaining.
Lost at sea feared echoing within his mind, while none to console him, became sadly resigned.Young swab beheld falling ship listed, narrowly escaping it’s dire plunge as he rowed so hurriedly, mouth helplessly gapping, as his body’s torn and twisted.
Her last breath breached while tired he makes haste towards far yon horizon, “far fewer hopes”, as he ponders, “far fewer reasons”
