Adrift

 

Rudderless in a sea of broken dreams,
My declining state of mind entwines
with a tentacled sargasso that pulls
Me downward, downward into black, cold,
Unrelinquishing water.

 

I love the land and all her beauties but
Do fear the sea and have never gladly nor
Willingly ventured upon a bark in search
Of adventure high or low that would risk
My terra-bound life by the perils oft
Regaled by les ultimes survivants.

 

Adrift in my thoughts, I roam the scary
Shores of what this craven man fears the
Most, the uncharted waters of the soul and
Spirit that Will surely swallow down whole
This flailing, gasping wretch until every
Sign of life, hope and vitality is
Extinguished in Death's throes victorious.