Ourang Medan

We fell to the ground from the silent blast Disoriented, cold – trying to stay awake If this isn't the first time, it must be the last The mouth a desert, the eyes a void Harsh rain like nails to the skin Swiftly thinning air, seconds went like days Chilling the marrow, freezing within From parting waves to parting ways Suddenly, a presence Could it just be the wind? Boy standing straight, observing everything Some kind of slumber will embrace us In this moment, frozen in time Looking for direction, starry eyed yet blind The sky awakes, pointing fingers at our flaws We've been sleeping days now No ocular damage, breathing through mud Boy seeking shelter, moving slow, scouting slow On the deck, sleep through the flood We belong to someone else now Where is the tide when we need it the most? The muffled silence, the rumble of feet on hollow wood Losing grip, drifting into blackened light Boy seeking refuge in a blaze of white We rest our heads on the freezing deck And we re-create the features of our loved ones As we venture further into the fog

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 13, 2026