Michaila Matthews ‘26
Lost at sea an alarm comes as we call
To land we can't see, no hope of return.
Dark like the endless ink void, hopelessness and confusion on our faces
Vision seeing blue, Fear settling in.
Water engulfs our boat, and the sea grows greedy for more victims
As thunder roars and rain slams
We wail and dread our fate, we might never be seen again.
We sink, and the sea sharpens its forks and knives
We hold on but want to let go.
Gradually the pain and worry gave away to numbness
The alarm sang sweetly as it was the last thing we'd hear.
Awaiting for minutes that seem to last hours
Death embraces us like a comforting hug.
Yet, light appears in the form of a powerful luminous figure
A savior for us?
No, only me.
I had to leave
The others behind.
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