The Ocean

Breaking through the crashing waves, he caries on,

pushing and pushing, he surges forward.

The vessel sways from side to side, 

but still, she remains true.

For hours he holds her steady, but alas,

the waves are relentless and he is growing weary of this game.

There is nothing left to be done,

the ship and her captain, brought to their breaking points.

Accepting what is to come, he steps outside.

There, he sees it,

his death in the form of a monstrous wave approaches.

He tries to speak but cannot seem to find the words.

The sailor is quickly overcome, 

this felling, this feeling of fear is new.

He wants to move, but is paralyzed, 

he can only watch.

Author's Note

I've never considered myself to be anything close to a poet, or even a writer for that matter. But I thought i would give it a try... My first piece of poetry

Reviews

[Eve]

This is very impressive for your first piece! I can tell that you are going for a very deep piece of poetry, but I'm not sure if you quite knew what exact meaning you wanted to convey. Overall, a very beautiful piece of writing.

[Bod Owens]

I think you're right, I haven't been writing long enough to find my own style yet. Thank you for the great review and the kind words :)

[Dead]

This is beautiful :)

[Bod Owens]

Thank you!! That really means a lot