Rewrite of A Sea of Broken Dreams:
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 held ever fast its jailed
without pity, no hope their escaping.
I do love the land and all her beauties,
but have always feared the sea, having
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: those uncharted
Waters of soul and spirit; they surely will swallow down
whole this flailing, gasping wretch until every sign of life,
Hope, vitality is extinguished in death's throes . . . victorious. . . .