Gale Force Winds
On a small ship on the high seas,
A storm quickly approaches.
It's gonna be a big one, we batten down.
The boat begins to roll, creaking loudly;
Sea mist stings my eyes as I prepare.
The rain is on us with gale force winds.
Waves crashing over the bow;
Water is running across the deck.
Tossed hard by this storm is our little ship.
I am clutching the helm with all my strength;
Keeping our bow into the rolling waves.
The mainsail is ripped by the gale force winds.
Like on a roller coaster, the waves consume us;
I am soaking wet, as the seas encroach.
Considering my life for a moment, gripping the helm tight.
The mast breaks under the stress of the storm;
Pounding seas swamp the lower compartments.
The rudder is snapped by the gale force winds.
Broken, barely afloat, adrift in the high sea;
The storm is only now a memory, the boat it's testament.
I wait for rescue, a speck on the massive ocean surface.
Wondering about the possibility of this being my grave;
Thirsty, hungry; gentle breeze in my scruffy face.
Beauty and tranquility now, gone are the gale force winds.
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