I loved how you opened up with such brilliant images, like how no one on this ship can think purely, or even clearly, because it just isn't possible it seems. I thought the first stanza was a bit too wordy and needed a punctuation mark, I just thought the verbose images took away from the meaning.

The second stanza further gave that shivering truth to the reader, that no key will unlock them from their fate. This was a chilling poem- I think the first one of yours I've read that's dark? But I loved how you took such a elementary idea of it being the end, and turned it into this feeling of not just being stuck on this ship with a set navigation, but a much worse feeling of the thereafter.

Intriguing, keep writing :]

A brilliant poem. The first stanza talks much about the terrible repercussions that would occur, when one does not think thoroughly over a decision. The unknown output, miscalculated end result could be devastating.

And upon implementing an irrational decision, one locks his or her fate. Or the humanity with it actions chooses to fabricate its end. With no keys, much like being confined within a wall with no doors. Or bad planning where doors were never planned.

And such anomalies arise, that all will be confined with no portals to escape in time or space. Be forced to undergo cleansing.

Be tormented, to witness the actions that have results in such horror.

The Earth pretty much seems the ship to me, and all on it are dammed.

This is the simple interpretation that I could provide. I could be wrong since I'm off my game lately.