Shipwrecked

Remember the man lost in the storm for he is unaware of his final destination,
Abandoned by a possibility and clasped to hope’s bosom,
Rejected efforts made scars turn into callosities,
A dark candle still produces light like a three-legged horse still pulls its cart,
I made promises that weren’t up to me to keep,
Yet I stand tall by what I said,
As confidently as I prated that day I swear on the fingers of my hand that this tale will not end with this hollow, yet official valediction,
The crow that ate its kindred cries in pyrrhic satisfaction,
Undeserving of exoneration or shelter, still got found by an apparently sincere caress,
Not long after unconsciously disparaging the ephemeral fortune he was held accountable for the bloodshed,
Scoped for retribution,
Broken like a twig,
Chained to time and compromise,
Fear became his only companion,
Becoming a slave to his own needs,
Attached to the promise that promised the promise wouldn’t stay as a promise,
Waiting,
Biding his time,

How is it possible to miss something that never came to be?