The Last Storm Home Poem by Wolfie God

The sail flickers in the wind caressing the mast,
Sun beating down on the bleached deck filled with knots.
Their faces weather beaten and worn by the harsh sun,
Hands callused with the sores of a skin overworked.
The echo’s of the gulls ricochet off the nearby cliffs,
Waves crash heavily against the hull.

He stares at the picture on the wood by his bedside,
Her beauty captivates him and gives him a sense of passion.
Her scent stains her image and this holds his lust,
Others yearn for such a connection, but never achieve it.

Dreams of the watery deep penetrate his mind as he slumbers,
Waves crashing to and fro across the bow of the ship.
The mast swaying heavily in the wind, collapsing under the wind.
The dreams don’t stop they assassinate him nightly, but he turns a blind eye.

Screams of a young boy frightened of the storms rise and shatter the air,
There is no one to comfort him.
He too is lost among the soulless that sail this ship,
Ghostly and vacant to the plain air.
Forever navigating the sea.

She sits on the mainland, awaiting her lovers return.
Her tears fall slowly down her cheek,
Falling from her to the sea.
She preys for his safe return to the homelands.

The storms grow fierce, winds start howling through every crevice.
The sky lights like torches with the sound of heavens crashing,
Rain pelts the wooden deck with force, making a crackle.
His fears begin to appear, as the boat heaves suddenly.
He gasps the boat tips forward.

It too late they know it, the dread fills the air.
Not to revel in their demise they stand true as brothers.