Will we ever stop running?
And if we do,
what will be our final destination?
where will we begin?
how will we start?
will it be fast?
or will it be cut short?
and will we ever know just what it is,
we are running from?
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die."
- Pirates of the Caribbean 3, At Worlds End
I think this is really good!
It has a very smooth rythm that flows very nicely, and I think that the poem its self has a great subject that promts deeper thoughts. There are some things that need to be capatilized, or other incorrect punctuations, but I know you don't need me to point them out to you.
In the winter months, gale storms in Svalbard can reach wind speeds of 130 km/h. Accompanied by or following snowfall, such storms can reduce visibility dramatically, more so in the winter months of the polar night. During these storms, travel is not advised. — The Documentarian