*this poem was written for a challenge where I had...
Rest in peace my Captain...

Who knew a sliver of paper,
is all that would stand in my way...

Challenge- write a narrative poem detailing a...
Oh black slate of gravel...

Lost in this darkened world,
I hold a compass that no longer points North...

Ear splitting silence,
walls closing in on their prey...

Eyes
peering into my soul...

Standing my ground within the mist
longing for what once was dismissed...

Head resting on feather pillows
sheets crisp like paper...

A large crack and split
the mighty Oak falls victim...

Red tint
masks the once white glow...

Hurricanes looming,
the calming blue turning black...

I have a disease.
A sickness...