His mind has become a violent storm
where thoughts collide like wind driven rain
and major flashes of brilliance are foretold
by the loud thunderous sound of his rage___
He sees not the rocks beneath the waves
nor does he heed the flight of seabirds
towards the dry land of peaceful sanity___
His mind has become a violent storm
wherein we his faithful and loyal crew
are all destined to be lost at sea.....
2007 ©Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captain-death/
