Sea Fever

 

The hatches are battened down

All is safely stored within

The wounded captain is on the bridge

The engine chugs slowly in motion

Those below have taken to their hammocks

The rudder is free with no control

The only sound is the lapping of water

We are adrift in a sea of plague

No destination can be determined

The doldrums have their way

A soporific atmosphere prevails

The expired are thrown over the side

Others languish with sea fever

Vultures circle above

The vessel is prey to predators

The end beckons

Then a speck on the horizon is sighted

Hope floods through the cabins

Could this be the hour of our salvation

Flares are fired aloft

Sirens blare out our presence

All is not lost

We draw alongside 

the ship of hope