I sail across a raging sea,
The wind and waves conspire to pull me Beneath the surface.
I’ve lost so much to the whims of this storm,
bits and pieces of my soul drifting to the oceans floor.
No signs of sun nor clear blue skies,
as they are stolen away,
By a blanket of black gray clouds.
No trace of tears stain my cheeks
As stinging raindrops erases their existence from my face.
No words of grace have passed my lips,
For I fear the gods must surly have abandoned me.
Still I try to hold out hope,
that beyond the next break I’ll see
The horizons arms stretched out wide,
To save me in it’s warm embrace.