Merry Time

Panic and chaos were absent as the ship sank into the infinite blue sea. The life boats were just out of reach as time expired and we all went under. Our last breaths were calm, our faces complacent. We didn't fight. We were too tired of fighting.

The captain hung his head in shame denying the consolation of others that there was "nothing more he could have done." The last thing his overexposed eyes saw was the sun peeking over the horizon in the distance. His last thought was that the sun was greeting him with hopeful optimism when it should have been waving goodbye. He didn't want a wave anyway. He needed a hug and kiss and someone to hold his hand as he sunk into nothing. Unfortunately, he made his final voyage alone and he regretted his passions, which only led him astray.

The crew was content. The men, women, and children smiled and wondered what they would find at the floor of the ocean.

"I'm missing you; I'm missing you. I don't want to, but I will."