Sitting in mother-nature’s womb, <br />Adrift it's the third of three days; <br />I think it’s the end of my days, <br />And this sea is to be my tomb. <br /> <br />My beautiful ship is long gone, <br />My captain and men are all dead; <br />Why didn’t I heed what the news said? <br />Why am I alive; me, ‘the one’? <br /> <br />Tom who’s dead has a wife and son: <br />Now at the tender age of three; <br />He’s fatherless because of me. <br />Good God, what is this I've undone? <br /> <br />Rightfully, the sea beats on me; <br />Yet, my soul refuses to drown; <br />Forced, the sea rolls toward sundown <br />Whilst I wished it'd take my body. <br /> <br />Faintly I can see the sunrise, <br />Approach on the slipped horizon; <br />I live, which is not suprisin’; <br />As rapture hides in its disguise. <br /> <br />She is saving me from death’s harms; <br />Days passed, - I’m not eaten by sharks? ! -; <br />Shaken, to live: my all embarks, <br />The sea keeps me safe in her arms. <br /> <br />She continues to provide and give; <br />And keeps me through turbulent waves, <br />A ship comes on this sea of graves, <br />And the tides imply I shall live. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saved-at-sea-in-memoriam-stanza/
