Poems of lifetime

The Voyage

The ocean is indeed a
beautiful place to be

A place far and wide, a lot of
beauty to see

From the rocky islands, to the romantic sunset

But it also holds terror
many men fret

The roaring thunders, meeting the high waves

Burying men alive below
the ocean floor

The mysterious creatures,
flesh it craves

Who knows what's in the
dark out of shore.

With these things existing
on the sea.

We are forced to sail,
survival...no guarantee.

We escape our fate and
we try to flee.

But the Gods up there, we are branded misfits to see.

We can't sail our own ships,
just boats given.

Despite our craftsmanship and work, boats are easily broken.

Only limited people can ride ships and arcs.

The voyage will be rougher than theirs...especially with biased narcs.

In this sea full of scum bellow and in above.

What will happen to the people when push comes to shove?

When every men are for themselves like scattered dove.

Piece and unity cannot be reached, no respect not love.