Heave **! Your cry astounds Flummoxing your enemies ashore Debonaire you brandish pistol and sword Cutting down resistant scallywags
Thy treasure shall be mine! You dash haphazardly between slashes Excitement and *** course through Fueling you to victory
Imposing is thy stance! Booted foot on stack of cannon ***** Actioned-packed adventure As you reave and raid the seas
Your adventure keeps me alert But my ship's an iron beast of land I think of daring combat And your exploits give me hope
I load my rifle in hot anticipation Prepared to write my own adventure The giant steel hatch lowers And hot iron rips through me
My adventure ends prematurely My *** is without excitement and masks pain A hospital bed now serves as my galleon Your book by my bedside, untouched
This poem was inspired by 3 months of laying in a hospital, as I had major surgery on my back, kidney, shoulder. It was a terrible experience that I would never want anyone to share. I remember being so ******* reading books about glamour and adventure. Rarely does adventure leave you without scars and war is far from glamourous. War is hell.