Lossing My Ship.

Locked in my cabin I can bare to think turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink, our voyage's end seems to be on the brink, alas a RAIDERS ship now turns to a mild drink, "captain" a voice at my cabin door screams out, as I reach from my sward and stand firmly stout, " our ship lyes in the thickest of fog and without," if I listen to the words they are words of doubt, I steady my hand with a drink and my fate as well I open the door and the a crushing angry sea I smell, one step out and calm my ship sits still and without yells, looking into the eyes of the broken I see withered shells, how could this be this is my ship and it escaped me, a tyrant in my days of old I sit calm speechless as a tree, no mutiny no sabotage only a crew unwilling to hear my plee, a ship over run by blind servants and disregard for my decree, the ski clears as the seas water turns blue, a smile from faces as if waiting for an accrue, a dead mans ships drifts on waters and starts anew, my body plunges into the sea and even at my death I knew, the soul tamed by ones lovers kiss has no purpose, a mans word floats unheard willingly disregard and missed, and a captain can only rule until another strips him of his ship, now forgotten and gone this ship floats lost and unequipped.