Lonely, Winter, Lake – poem by OTLPosted: February 3, 2014
Ships in the dead, dreadful dead, of night.
It’s black, windy, rainy,
Hear them churning, foaming, twisting,
Grey black and cold,
All moving about
Then retreating from the shore.
I see a light,
It’s a ship,
Alone, very alone,
Way out on the lake,
Can just make it out,
Pushing with all it’s might, it’s force,
Struggling against the forces of violent nature,
wind and waves.
It’s so dark,
No stars nor moon.
Sure makes for a lonely and alone feeling.
Slowly the ship inches along
Through the tumbling, churning Winter waters.
Sure is dark out there.
That can not be said enough – dark.
I know there is life out there
because I see those small points of light – flickering in the cold.
Still looks – lonely,
All by itself – alone.
Captain and crew,
Trusting while floating on an unforgiving lake
Which has called many ships and men,
To its cold depths into death.
Marking for this moment
Lives out there
So small on a vast expanse
Of grey waters
Poem by OTL
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