Watery Grave

• Curtis Haberle, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

As the ocean below billows
Up high the storm willows
As is looks very grey

I’d hate what the ones below me would say
As I hope the ocean doesn’t swallow us whole
Because they wouldn’t expect that at all

As I say my very last words
I regret leaving on this forsaken ship
Because for the rest of her years
My daughter will grow up alone