The Ocean's Lament

The waves crashed wild, the sea raged on,

A tiny boat adrift, a life undone.

A boy so young, with eyes so bright,

Now lost amid the endless night.

The inky depths consumed his world,

As rolling tides and tempests hurled.

His cries were drowned by thunderous roars,

Of ocean's might, its ruthless force.

The moon, his guide, hid behind the clouds,

As if to veil his plight, a silent shroud.

The stars too dimmed, their light grew faint,

Leaving him to fate's cruel constraint.

He clung to hope, a flickering flame,

As memories of home, his heart did tame.

His mother's smile, his father's laugh,

Now seemed so distant, like a mirage's path.

The hours stretched, an eternity,

As he battled waves, their tyranny.

His strength waned, his spirit faltered,

Yet still he fought, his course unaltered.

The darkness pressed, a suffocating weight,

As if the sea itself had sealed his fate.

That spark of life began to dim,

His eyes grew heavy, his limbs went limp.

The ocean groaned, a haunting moan,

As if to claim another life, its own.

The boy's small boat was tossed and turned,

His fragile flame, no longer burned.

He slipped beneath the frigid brine,

No shine of moon or star to shine.

The inky black engulfed him whole,

As death crept in to take its toll.

The hours passed, the night grew old,

The sea's relentless story told.

Of countless souls who braved its wrath,

Only to meet oblivion's path.

Yet as the dawn's first rays appeared,

Something from the depths was reared.

A lifeless form, a body pale,

Thrown out at last, from the ocean's veil.

There amid the sand and foam,

It lay in silence, its journey done, its home.

A tragic end to a valiant fight,

A life cut short in the endless night.

The waves rolled on, their secrets kept,

Of the boy whose spirit briefly slept.

Leaving only questions in their wake,

And a somber truth, for hearts to ache.