The darkening storm came on so swift,
We never had a chance to react.
Though the struggle fought so bravely,
Overtook all that had once been erect.

The warnings all had gone unheeded,
Before we knew all was overthrown.
This ship with many souls beleaguered,
Their memories soon no longer known.

My body aches, frozen whiplashes,
With pain that’s never ever paling.
Left leg cut with a dozen slashes,
My grip on life is cramped and failing.

This turmoil has lasted far longer,
Than ever I’d ’ve thought to cope.
What is left is scant, I cling stronger,
More out of despair than for hope.

Wild air shrieks, singing of our despair,
Frigid murky waves, flumes of dirty white.
Every now and then a ragged breath of air,
Is taken between water with a salty bite.

We cling to the tattered vestiges of faiths,
Succumb to the bone cold that creeps in.
Some have already lost the battle, wraiths,
They let the cold dark depths overtake ‘em.

Others, glassy-eyed, hunched backs turned,
Some all fight within them long gone.
Yearning for elsewhere, vacant eyes spurned
Most oblivious to the faint eastern morn.

No sun, no warmth, no rescue nor hope
Comes from the pale morning light.
Between the cold dark tossed slope,
And the wind-racked sky, little fight.

All around is still gloomy, my bones pain,
My body broken, my soul battered.
So easy to let go, depart this earthly plane,
Lost in the deep cold where nothing matters.

Into that shadow, where nothing awaits,
There then to sleep in peace for eternity.
We’re all storm wrecked victims of our fates,
Whose long since ceased life of false solidity!

Hope does not overcome the darkness, sometimes it just outlasts
Love does not conquer hate, there is no victor, nor ever really was.