The wind is roaring
As though it wishes
To make a remark
Doused in mockery
All this rain never did wash away
The sadness in my bones

The waves are crashing
In disturbing intensity  
Against the pearly white sands
Of the shore
The sea of melancholy
Whose waters I swim
Is calling my name  
Yet again

All roads lead to ruin
But I would much rather
Traverse the wilderness of this life
On dry land.