Somewhere along the journey
the wind stopped blowing the sails
and we drifted with the current,
stranded out at sea.
We figured the wind would start again,
it always does,
it just needs some time.
As the night enveloped us in darkness
and the stars twinkled coldly up above,
we heard the waves slap against our boat
making unsettling sounds,
and then the wind started again.
But it wasn't very nice wind,
it raged and swirled
and the waves became higher and stronger
rocking our boat
as it groaned and creaked
from the pressure.
People were screaming out,
"Man overboard!"
and then they cried for they lost him
to the dangerous dark waters.
The captain was screaming orders to the crew
who desperately tried to maintain the ship,
passengers ran to their cabins.
But we stayed up top
watching the storm rage.
Then the rain came
and then the hail
thunder cracked over head
and lightning was seen on the horizon.
Destruction.
The wind wouldn't die down
even though we wanted it to.
Something happened and we blacked out.
Something hit us from behind,
debris?
A person?
We couldn't tell,
and we fell.
Now we watch from above the ship
confused.
We couldn't grab anyone
to carry them upward
to safety.
We saw the ship succumb to the storm
as it sank steadily,
while the waters wildly claimed it for their own
we stayed floating above the sea.
The storm moved on
but we didn't know where to go,
and to this day
we are all still lost at sea.