First Mate, poem (292/365)

Water wages on
I steer alone
Abandoned
The captain fled
Overboard
Unable to carry on
I pray to God
For storms to settle
And for souls
Of seamen
Who restless wait
To make it to the end
To see land
I cling to my
Ship I will
Not leave it
Even in
Choppy waters

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