Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 68

And they
Attacked.
With these men I have lived
For a year.
Strangers are now
Friends.
Friends are now
Family.
Who am I to let
Family die?
Step.
With these men I have seen
Sights
So magical
Words will not do them
Justice.
Temples plated with gold,
Palaces touching the heavens,
Oceans stretching as far
As the eye can see.
With these men I have tasted
An explosion of flavours.
Step.
With these men I have learnt of
Different cultures and traditions.
Discovered hidden civilisations.
Because of these men I have grown
As a friend
As a captain
As a leader
As a person.
Step.
Many a night
I have lain
On the deck of this ship
Staring
At the painting of the heavens;
Specks of white littering
The dark abyss of the sky.
Many a night
I have looked up
At the vast greatness
Before me
And felt
So insignificant.
So trivial.
So small.
Step.
What impact have I