I AM ADRIFT, WITHOUT RUDDER, in a sea of broken dreams.
My mind descends into a tangle of seaweed that pulls my
Hapless frame downward into a black and sinister realm that
Holds its jailed without pity, with scant hope of future release.
I do love the land and all her beauty but fear the sea; I'm no
Fool who'd put life and limb at peril in search of new worlds.
Alone in my thoughts, I roam dread shores of lands whose
Roiling, uncharted waters of soul and spirit shall swallow
Me alive . . . in death's throes victorious.