The pain was ignorable, so long as he didn't move too much. His limbs were bent awkwardly, some beneath his body as he laid there in the rubble of what was once some family's home. Blood pooled and caught flecks of ash as they drifted down from a swirling sky of thick black smoke through which no sunlight shone. Instead an eerie glow of orange and red illuminated the city's skeletal skyline.
The thought of dying flooded his senses. Panic rose in his mind until he gained control of the turmoil. Trying to relax, he examined why he wanted to live. He thought of all the people he loved, the projects he'd started, the plans he had, the work yet un
All my life, you have been my beacon in the dark of night.
Your perfect beauty shining on the horizon, across the turbulent waves I battle.
You grace me in my dreams, secret moments I cherish as I sleep below deck.
Yours, always a port of safety to which I may return.
And though we are near when I finally dock, your glimmer is oh so far away.
For your greatness shall forever stand high above the dark ocean,
and I, who lives to brave its stormy waves and lonely depths,
shall never be your keeper.