The Old Man and the Sea

Unfortunately, again, it's been a long time since I last posted (6 weeks); however, I think I can effectively scapegoat college applications.

Either way, here's a poem I composed in my free time; I don't know if I should finish it because it's trying to capture the feeling that Santiago must have felt while trying to catch the Marlin.

The Old Man and the Sea

An Adaptation of the Namesake Ernest Hemingway Novel

In between, there is a sea.

Eighty-four days in peril, I give up hope.

I drown without a single plea.

Drown into the depths of melancholy.

My livelihood decays.

With only one fish in sight.

To her, there is a path; no, more of a maze.

As I chase her, I set these seas ablaze.

It is a struggle, a massive one.

But victory is vivacity.

So I shall do what I have not done.

It is far from over, as seen at Bull Run.

Past memories return.

From when her bites ravaged my flesh.

My ashes will soon be in an urn.

This fact I seem to spurn.

Back at land, I will find more success.

But Manolin still reveres my ventures.
His aspirations I will not suppress.

I lie; I pursue the fish to ease this yearning I possess.

Now I have managed a gash upon her with my harpoon.

My lust causes her excruciating pain.

Though she continues as if she were immune.

With the strength of a ferocious typhoon.

A relationship has been built.

One burning with love and hatred.

But the days wither, and I begin to wilt.

Persisting are feelings of longing and guilt.

Guilt of what? Of lust?
Certainly, that is man’s greatest weakness.

For vanquishing her trust?
They have told me to do as I must.