Cape Horn

Cape Horn

The chills he felt from the fear and the rain subsided,
But he felt greater pain in his hand as it was cut by the rope.
He wondered how both he and the ship could have been so misguided,
For long before the other sailors abandoned ship, he had abandoned hope.

The storm battered his face as his mind flashed back to the past,
To when he knew happiness; before he was a sailor,
Until his demons mocked him for hugging the mast,
And he recalled the tragedy that branded him a failure.

As the shame of his cowardice filled him with strife,
Lightning shattered the mast and blinded his vision.
In this sudden epiphany of fear he became grateful of life,
And he repented his sins without any proper religion.

He finally accepted nature’s horrible, merciless platitude.
Neptune would render him cold and breathless on the 56th latitude.