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Ghost Ship

Our ship is pounding against the waves, we haven’t seen the sun in thirteen days.
The lightning flashes across dark skies, and the rain tortures our swollen eyes,
Thunder crashes far and near, wind’s cruel howls fills our ears.
Our sails have been torn from the masts, how much longer can this ship last?
This storm brings us to our trembling knees, as we lurch thru these boiling seas,
When the ship rolls we can see the keel, bringing a watery death is so very real.
I feel the ship breaking under me, as I am sucked down under the sea,
Washed up on an uncharted shore, where no one has ever been before.
God has allowed me to survive, it is a miracle that I am alive,
The mighty Queen Anne is no more, dead and gone to the ocean floor,
This island has only received me, for my ship and crew are lost at sea.
I can hear them calling me home, I’m lost and lonely and all alone.
I hear Queen Anne’s sails and bells at night, that fade away with the morning light.
One day my ship will return for me, when it’s my turn to sleep in the sea.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/7/2018 9:28:00 AM
Wow. You are an awesome storyteller. Beautifully penned, Timothy.
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Timothy McGuire
Date: 7/12/2018 2:39:00 AM
Thank you. I like the story but don't like reading it because for some reason I read it faster and faster as I go thru the poem.
Date: 4/23/2018 2:01:00 PM
Beautiful. I wrote a short blackout poem inspired by this.
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Timothy McGuire
Date: 4/23/2018 8:31:00 PM
Thank you