Dead Man's Chest

Sometimes inspiration just hits you in weird moments...even from the most mundane things in life. My family and I are watching Pirates of the Caribbean, and I was suddenly struck with an itchy yearning to write a poem influenced by the idea of immortal pirates and a love that has been truly thrown onto the rocks and dashed to bits.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest....

Blood spilling over the sides, the moon's rays turning the tides
You watch as the world and what is love passes you by

The waves lap up and over the sides of the blackened boat
Your soul and forgiveness is a hole, a drowned moat

Surrounded by despair and doubt, of which you'll never find out
Guts and glory overtakes you, wretchedness producing gout

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Or is it fifteen hearts stabbed by a dead man's wrist?

Death and decay creep up and over your entire being
Anything good has already faded or is dying

Spurting and spouting, the black and redness pours over
The sides of the chest, with moans and darkness under

Seeping from the insides, slowly renching down
A dead man's heart lost by a single, simple frown

Forever destined to sail the seven seas in search
Of one who he loved and lost, fated to be cursed

A hundred broken, necrotic hearts bundled up in a row
A dead man's chest filled with hatred, with nothing of love left to sow

Cold, sopping waves lapping at a withered chance of goodness
Hope is destiny's lost ship, enveloped by a storm of cruelness

Fifteen hearts fill a dead man's chest
Forever cursed by the hatred of one