September 29, 2010
You can’t see the shore,
A moving, shivering door.
The floor buckles and roars,
Trapped in a mess of cords.
Tripping, Scrapping, Begging.

Main deck is barely bones,
It’s boards now floating,
Passengers in the water, Loitering.
Angry water’s deathly destruction shown.

Captain is entangled,
In a nasty mess of sails,
Exhausted and Flailed,
He battles on.

A salty grip on your Maiden,
The sea is breaking her,
Friends, Crew, all about and wailin’
‘What a cruel fate to occur!’

A deadly handle
on an old decoration,
Designed with candles,
Now used for flotation.

Weary Eyes
With a salty coat,
Still tell no lies
About when the shore met the boat.

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purplechoc said...
Mar. 15, 2011 at 6:44 pm
if i may ask what is this about?       it seems a little unclear but it has intrigue
SaintJamesHallow This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Mar. 15, 2011 at 10:55 pm
It's literally about a man getting off a ship thats about to crash during the storm.
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