Man Overboard

save my life Im going down fot the last time

 

Man Overboard

the storm was well observed

you could see it in the distance

signs of discourse obvious

there was way too much resistance

the skies were turning hell fire red

serpent seas thrashing at the sides

visibility extremely limited in his head

prepare for oncoming tides

batten down the hatches matey

set the main sail in it's proper place

rocking to and fro sickness coming on

taking on excessive water splashing in his face

the bilge pump is out of order

sinking deeper by the moment

huge wave of discontent knocking now

increasing the internal torment

with a final fling of natures force

all this enery that was stored

flung him to his watery grave

sos came the call the man was overboard

 

hipothermia wont take to long

to settle in his aching heart

bitter cold words of his final song

tearing the canvas binding all apart

Morpheus...

Reviews

[Jeff]

Great poem with great imagery to pain the picture.

[?]

I'll save you Morpheus, oh wait I can't swim. lol
Just kidding
Great poem, great descriptive words

[KatiePie]

I loved reading this, the imagery you use is so detailed it paints a vivid picture in my mind, great write.

[The Analog Kid]

Love that song. Hey nice imagery here GLP.

[Coyote Poetry]

I saw the movie Flags of our Fathers. On the way to the mission. A man fall over board. He was left to die a terrible death in the sea. Your poem reminded me of this situation. Great description. Hipothermia isn't the worst way to died. Ain't a good way either. A excellent poem.
Coyote