tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871747064267582508.post2883676797327366530..comments2022-03-22T05:58:09.354-07:00Comments on The Orbson Oracle: "Oh Captain! My Captain"Orbson Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10324803232894469949noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871747064267582508.post-23929113925376528802014-08-20T15:15:28.083-07:002014-08-20T15:15:28.083-07:00No Captain! My Captain - Chuck Porretto – 8-12-201...No Captain! My Captain - Chuck Porretto – 8-12-2014<br /> -<br /> Locked away with no way out<br /> The Captain in a cell.<br /> He watches one more victim shout.<br /> He hears them scream and yell.<br /> -<br /> He sees the torment once again,<br /> until the deed is done.<br /> Upon his cell the number 10.<br /> They come for number one.<br /> -<br /> They’re taken to a torture room<br /> directly in his sight.<br /> Death awaits inside the tomb.<br /> He lives it day and night.<br /> -<br /> First is pain and then is death,<br /> There’s nothing he can do.<br /> He feels the quickness in his breath.<br /> They come for number two.<br /> -<br /> Inside a locket is his life,<br /> from once a happy day<br /> A faded picture of his wife.<br /> The memory slips away.<br /> -<br /> Oh heartless storm so dark and cold,<br /> that scorns the wretched plea.<br /> It mauls the meek, and breaks the bold.<br /> They come for number three.<br /> -<br /> He damns the wicked wind that blew<br /> and placed him in this vault.<br /> The sea was calm, the sky was blue<br /> before this vile assault<br /> -<br /> He navigates through grief and dread<br /> like nothing felt before.<br /> Another mate will lose his head.<br /> They come for number four.<br /> -<br /> He tries to see beyond the cell.<br /> He schemes to find an out.<br /> His heart pretends that all is well,<br /> His brain is filled with doubt<br /> .-<br /> He knows it soon will be his turn,<br /> He wants to stay alive.<br /> They maim and kill without concern.<br /> They come for number five.<br /> -<br /> Inside his head the notion creeps,<br /> which first he aims to quell.<br /> Which course to set, the pain or sleep?<br /> At times he cannot tell.<br /> -<br /> This brig in which he tries to cope<br /> is made of steel and bricks.<br /> Escape is but a faded hope.<br /> They come for number six<br /> .-<br /> His enemies now number two;<br /> the guards that promise pain,<br /> and the voices coming through<br /> his weak and tired brain.<br /> -<br /> With courage sapped, his will is frail.<br /> He’s scared and all alone.<br /> Seven begs to no avail,<br /> and gives a dying moan.<br /> -<br /> Madness rules inside his head,<br /> the roar no longer dull.<br /> The thought he used to view with dread<br /> Is ripping at his skull.<br /> -<br /> With torture methods getting worse,<br /> the terror is his fate.<br /> From sickening to quite perverse.<br /> They come for number eight.<br /> -<br /> He’s not the man he used to be<br /> the tempest takes its toll.<br /> A writhing mass of agony,<br /> a ship without soul.<br /> -<br /> His sails are empty ever more.<br /> this skirmish he declines.<br /> He ties his belt above the door.<br /> They come for number nine.<br /> -<br /> The will is firm, the heart is sure,<br /> he hopes she’ll understand.<br /> To kick the plank, the only cure.<br /> A locket in his hand.<br /> -<br /> A loving wife descends the stair<br /> that leads into the den.<br /> The Captain swings above the chair.<br /> The clock bell chimes at 10.Chuck Porrettonoreply@blogger.com