I am adrift, without rudder,
in a sea of broken dreams.
My mind descends into a tangle
of tentacled seaweed that pulls
My hapless frame further downward,
downward into a black and sinister
Realm that has, to this day, held fast
its jailed without pity.
I do love the land and all her beauties
but have always feared the sea and have
Never gladly nor willingly ventured forth in
search of adventure at peril to life and limb.
Adrift in my thoughts, I roam the dread shores
of what this coward fears the most: the uncharted
Waters of soul and spirit; they, surely, shall swallow
down whole this flailing and gasping wretch till every
Sign of life, hope, vitality is extinguished in death's throes
victorious.