Fever

By Zorro

The whirls of motion
rising through the air
panic following.

Screams swallowed 
by the billowing wind
that echos against cliffs.

Wild and scarred faces
all around me
searching for new life.​

Rain spatters against 
the creaky wooden deck, slipping up 
sleepy, panic-eyed passengers.

Fevers of hope
crawl through the minds 
of weary weather-beaten sailors.

Ships to be abandoned
for the precious metal
that made up their lives.

The only gold to be seen though
took up every inch of space in their
desperate minds.
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Zorro

VT

17 years old

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