The Lost Submarine
The submarine disappeared after it sailed
Its mission was an exercise that didn’t prevail
A search occurred until all hope was totally gone
And the crew of the submarine could not live on
Years passed and the submarine memories remained
When reports of the ship being sighted were unexplained
A mystery of this ghost ship developed still sailing to be seen
Appearing near ships on a painted sea as a waking dream
So if you sail in the South Atlantic Ocean at dawn or dusk
You may see this submarine on its mission as a must
It may appear next to you as a surprise
With the crew on the conning tower looking with dead eyes.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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