SinkingA Poem by Wyrn Tiger
The hands of Poseidon made the boat look small.
Powerful waves crashing and bashing the hull, Till the boats heart could take no more. It hears the sea kings booming roar. Slowly, silently, sinking Davy Jones song fills the boat with dread. Heavy with water it takes a final rest on the soundless, soft, sea bed. © 2018 Wyrn TigerAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 9, 2018 Last Updated on April 9, 2018 AuthorWyrn Tigerbangor, IrelandAboutI spend my time reading and wrighting and will review more..Writing
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