Harbor of Resentment

From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes.
I moored the boat far from my crimes
in the Harbor of Resentment.

As Captain solely the choice I make,
poor judgments left in trailing wake.
This docking was a bad mistake,
soon lost was my contentment.

I walked my bridge to look about,
alone I stood without a scout.
Void of echo when I did shout,
no souls to hear my statement.

Slowly I turned around to see
a silhouette rising from the sea.
No longer was I to be free
in the Harbor of Resentment.

This phantom drifted ever near,
upon my deck it did appear.
It had black eyes with constant leer,
umbrage was its vestment.

No matter where I tried to hide
it over took like full moons tide.
Fearing my boat to be shanghaied,
the coming of my judgment.

I threw myself far overboard,
my very life was my reward.
Washed up on a distant shore
from the Harbor of Resentment.

Each and ever night that pass,
thinking of the ghouls trespass.
Ending deep in swamps morass
disgusted at my treatment.

Should I return, try to retrieve
of what I lost on that cursed eve?
Forgetting of my souls reprieve,
escaping without bailment.

This travesty I must forgive
if happily I want to live.
So I move on and not captive
to the Harbor of Resentment.