He thought he had lost,
All his remaining worth.
Like a worm,
He felt so small.

He cried for help,
Nobody really came.
“Maybe ‘cause I’m lame”,
He thought to himself.

All alone in the darkness,
Questioning his existence.
Nothing really made sense,
He was the definition of hopeless.

The sailor felt doomed,
A storm had already brewed.
What would...