Cold Case(Death at 7-seas)

                   Cold Case (#1)

In this box, all you see, is all I have,

A life not chosen by me.

I was an average man a wife and (2) kids,

(2) Cars and a house by the sea.

When spring came around,

 We were vacation bound,

Different towns are where we would be.

Everybody knew our names and we the same,

In a town with no enemies.

Yet one day a float, I set sail on my boat,

A day that I would come to regret.

I met this young man, whom became my deck hand,

And only because he boast of being a vet.

We docked at this port, an old boardwalk, of some sort,

As the waves became choppy and white.

A storm was a brew, the darkness how it grew,

So we anchored to stay for the night.

It must have been around (8); it was getting real late,

My deck hand had buttoned down all but one hatch.

At the time I turned in, you could hear the strong wind

As the sea became cold and quite patched.

Around a quarter to (12), the engine I heard rev,

And the boat, once again set on course.

I rose to my feet, yet still half asleep,

Boat swaying, due to wind turbulent forces.

I called for this man, my new, boat deck hand,

But my response by he was one of ignorance.

So I called him by name, the one he had claimed

 Given he to me, by Lawrence. All of a sudden

I felt pain, what ran wet, was not rain,

As I stumbled and fell victim to the floor.

At that instance I passed out, no time

Left me to shout, what I felt was my throat

As it had torn. As I turned and fell away,

I could hear this vigilant man say,

“In a little while, your boat will be, not yours, but mine.”

Strangers, you don’t trust, as the wind ferociously gust,

They’ll take, what they want, time after time.

As I lay there near death, thinking dearly of poor Beth,

And my kids, whom I’ll never see and left suddenly behind,

My last breath now I take, no longer able, to stay awake

Thinking how anyone, can be so cruel, to another mankind.

Now I rest here today, in a box now named Nate,

Yes it’s my belongings for sure but body, is what 

They’ve unfortunately, have failed now to find.

And Beth and my kids, no not my body, what was did,

Just another victim, of a senseless murder, another crime.

                                 Jim   

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