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Jun 2015
My ship is sinking
The ship I built is falling into cold waters
The ship I steered is being swallowed by the sea
My ship sinking
My men are dying
And I, the captain, will fall with his vessel

This vessel has run her course
And she is accepted into the icy water
Where the men will surely die
As their lungs fill with water
Few will survive the icy tide
And I, the captain, will fall with his vessel

In the cold open ocean
Hell has been realized
As I hear horrid screams
And see floating corpses
The men of this mighty ship
Have fallen with their vessel

I, the captain, has ran his ship to her death
Where she will fall into icy waters
Never to sail again
Always to be lost at sea
And I dream of a land
A land I will never see

When my body hits the water
I feel cold for but a moment
Then a numbing feeling takes
And I float in the lukewarm water
Never to walk or breathe again
I, the captain, has fallen with his vessel

Then I sink into the lukewarm water
Struggling to breathe again
My lungs ached, my body pained
And I knew I would not breathe again
In reflex, I inhaled
And in came flowing waters

My lungs filled with water and salt
My throat, mouth, and lungs sting
Stinging with the burning of the salt water
Until my eyes shut
Never to open again
As I, the captain, had fallen with his vessel
I wrote this poem one night when I couldn't sleep. At night when you can't sleep, everything seems to be depressing and terrible, that is how this poem came to be
Brady D Friedkin
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Brady D Friedkin  23/M/Chicago
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