‘An angry sea’

The swirling sea grew angry 
and a raging wind held sway. 
The heavens turned dark and
swallowed up the light of day.

Countless waves rose upward; 
tossing about the helpless craft.
Poseidon demands no survivors; 
neither by buoy, lifeboat or raft. 

Torrential rains pelted the deck; 
rejecting any deal for their lives.
The angry sea was calling them:
to the ocean floor they realized.

The fierce gales of the typhoon 
whipped into a vortex of froth.
All hands dove overboard to flee
but landed in the churning broth.

To the dark bottom they sank.
No hope comforted the crew.
This voyage of damned souls
knew that their time was due.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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