LOST AT SEA

 

Once on a mission

With a map and a vision

But now missing

Life goes on

 

They sail on

No help

No land

No food

 

Sailing upon deep waters

Watching the sharks wait patiently

Circling around like hawks watching their prey

On their knees, the soldiers pray

 

Shaky hands

Hard and cracked lips

Skin covered in blisters

Burnt by the heat from above

 

Thirsty and hungry

Tempers fly

Desperate hearts

Who would go first?

 

Or will the sharks dine first

A friend now a potential meal

Or maybe a potential bait

Insanity in abundance

 

Who is to blame?

“Who wrecked the ship?” they shout

They didn’t deserve this life of pain and shame

Who is to blame!!!

 

Tempers fly

Fingers pointing

All hell breaks loose

The weak ones cry

 

 

Feet thumping hard

The little boat rocks wild

Just as the fists begin to fly

The water gets in

 

Everyone panics

A reality they dreaded

For three days they dreaded this

Wishing and hoping

 

But finally the water got in

Sipping in through a shoe-sized hole

Darkness covering every being

Uncertainty shaking their now fragile frame

 

What was beneath the boat?

Would they join the ship at the bottom?

Were the sharks still waiting?

What would happen?

 

Who would save them?

Little drops of rain descend upon their skin

Flashes of lightning revealing everything around them

The boat goes down…Water! Water! Water!

 

A huge wave approaching

Emotions jumbled

To laugh? Or to cry?

No one was certain

 

Mouths wide open in shock and panic

Taking their very last drink

Relishing the saltiness of the sea

As the wave fiercely approached them

 

And they drank

Drank!

And drank!

Forever to be lost at sea

 

 

By Sylvia Chika

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