A page master's journey.
The journey was rigid
The passengers were bruised
the ship had set sail slowly
but had no return
the captain had been banished
his first mate enbittered
while the crew looked on with tears in their eyes.
Helpless to rescue, Helpless to intervene
then, came the wave.
A moments hesitation.
too little, too late.
Blood splattered the floor.
A fire raged on deck.
lives, were lost.
A navy man was soon sent to report
the casualties of the catastrophe
two injured, but alive,
left scared in ways seen and unseen
one, left dead. Never to return.
with little left to hold in port,
a rescue ship was sent out to find the remaining two
but what came afterwards could never be predicted
the young cabin boys were barely alive,
struggling against the world to live
the page master, was left alone to his nightmares
What had been seen, and what had been felt.
in his remaining years,
the page master saw many things change
cities came and cities went,
loved ones would come and go,
but one thing remained:
hope
hope that something will come
hope that someone will be with you
hope that somewhere, you are needed
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