Sinking with the ship

The silence quells,

The surge now forms.

It breaks the mast,

no port in this storm.

It's not the broken ship

that finds me in the deep.

I'm weary of sailing seas,

this isn't meant for me.

And yes, I am aware

I can't change the tides.

I know that if I persist,

I'll again see blue skies.

But I don't mourn the loss

Of my lifelong first mate.

I'm not the captain of this ship,

I'm tired of what the sea takes.

The bell, it tolls,

The cannons are firing.

It is not Death I fear,

It is surviving.

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