The silence screams like a mute siren begging to be heard. The mist covers the rocky shore lulling you in unaware of the dangerous waters ahead. The shoreline more treacherous than Poseidons trident. It's too late even the captain is asleep in his bed.
Crash.
She takes one for the crew.
Bang.
She should've seen this coming.
Smash.
They didnt mean for it to end this way.
She begins to rock and soon shes taking water. She descends to her watery grave. She couldve been saved.
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PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
