Lost at sea
smashing into fragments
adrift in thought.

Crashing onto the rocks,
drawn like flies who
have rejected honey
for something stronger.

Winds whipping to and fro.
No rest for the wicked.
The future is evasive.

Clinging to the undertoe,

As the waves crash over.

The water rushed in
from side to
side.

Overtaking the ship
the moon turns a blind eye
to the malicious assault.
Hiding behind dark clouds.

This storm is far too great.
For man to weather.
It is relentless.

Erasing us with sea foam,
washing away,
drowning all.
Sacrificial offerings to the sea.
Reducing the ship to driftwood.

There must be a stand!
Never give up!
Until the last breath!
No regrets, only choices!

Plunge headfirst into the sea.

It takes without warning.
It is hopeless to abandon ship.
These rocks are stripping
us down to skeletal remains.
Reclaiming what it believes
to have been wrongfully
stolen.
Dragging the remnants down
to choke on seaweed.

Siren’s songs reminiscent of
better days.
Eternally locked away
within Davy Jones Locker.

Only to be reborn the next day,

crawling onto the shore,

gasping for air, as light shines

again.