What lurks beneath the visible waves.

The teeth graze me, the tentacles envelop me.

I am drowned, cast away, I am adrift in the big blue sea without land.

The sun mocks me, I am parody. I am anxiety.

Fear of the unknown and crushing sorrow, the ferryman knows this sea for he lurks beneath and travels the rivers and undercurrents of those unlucky enough to find themselves lost on rogue waves.

Sanity wears thin as I drift along that silent and demanding void.

What lurks beneath those waves, mirrors of my own future for the unknown is just that.

The not knowing is the worst part.