Fear of the Waters

I stand there,
Holding onto the edge of the ship.
I fear the raging waters below,
Blazing red hands tightening the grip.
I stare down,
To notice the waves’ jittery sneer.
I do not loosen my grasp,
For the rushing storm is here.
Clouds of dark,
Cloak my surroundings.
My head turns upward,
For the heavens to heed my findings.
My mouth opens,
No words enter into the sky.
Clouds float closer to where I am,
To graze the terror in my eye.
A snap goes off,
My body drops to the ship's floor.
No more grip on the safety rails,
As the air sends out a massive roar.
I linger there,
As the ship begins to lean.
My body slides to the edge and falls,
For I am to never again to be seen.

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