Stormy Seas

A storm is raging on the frothy sea
Mountainous waves toss the vessel to and fro
The ravaging Nor'easter wind impales with a deafening blow
Raucous salty sheets of spray soak and dampen all around

A bucket bails the raged sloop
She moans and groans as she’s flung about
A sailor sails.  A sailor endlessly bails
Alone in the perfect storm

Two oars are manned on the stormy seas
The halyard torn and ripped from mast
To row and bail is an impossible feat
It’s hard to tell when you’ve sprung a fateful leak

The captain mans the forlorn skiff
Traditions sink down with the ship
His furious soul laments life’s toil
As violent waves crash the gunnels hold

He screamed out loud, “My time has come!”
“My ship is sinking, her broken keel shall not be found!”
The rampart boat, well fortified yet built to fail
Plummets from hills of water pitifully tall

Cracks are leaking where the lurid light gets in
But so does the water, will drowning soon begin?
Lost hope floats the helpless, fearless, one man crew
His soul now guides his ship

A vessel drifts lifeless on the empty calming sea
Nothing but it can be seen for miles of skies
The free board is deep the salty water high
Two apathetic oars both silent, is a lost soul inside?