Mayday, Mayday By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I could see you on the horizon,
I could feel your single-manned troop invading,
I expected your arrival.
You were coming closer,
But I swore!
I wasn't going to take you lying down this time!
I'm going to fight!
I have my artillery stocked of number in my phone - support services, friends,
Allies I can call when it all gets too much!
But now,
Now it's two in the morning.
You have dragged me into the middle of the ocean,
The waves are choppy and stormy,
It's me and you.
Like a bull and a fighter in ring.
Which am I?
You have left me unable to contact the allies,
Incompetent of saving myself.
I came aboard your vessel to keep you away,
But.
- Coup de grâce -( noun.)
Is a death blow to end the suffering of a severely wounded person.
- "Mayday, Mayday"
I whisper in the darkness.
"Man Overboard. "
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