SHIPWRECK by Pat Jerome

Dark rocks protrude above the raging turmoil,
Tearing the bottom out of the ship
Wind howls thro’ the rigging.

Like a banshee of old.
Waves, black and angry, Foam topped.
Crashing, boiling, seething
Flotsam and jetsam, scattered around the ship.
Clinging to the wreckage
Am I alone, the only one to survive?

The waves are calmer now, An island comes into sight.
I strive towards it, battered by the water.
And reach the safety of the beach.
Wearily I drag myself above the water line.
Exhausted, soundly I slumber.

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