I tried to imagine
What it was like
To be
A refugee at sea
Floating along
Swamped with waves
Better to drown?
Than go home...Craving
For a safe haven
I spent six months
In the Merchant Navy
Stood aboard
A 350 tonne Coaster
Looking at
The swirling gravy
As i often used to think
I can't swim
I can sink
Sometimes
Biting my lip
With fear
As severe storms
Were drawing near
Poseidens' rage
Lurking
Eyeing the lifeboat
In dismay
The inevitable
Just a simple delay
As we roll
With the sway
Of a tempestuous sea
This at least, was my choice
As i had nothing to flee
Apart from
The churning sea

by Jemia