I was once a beautiful, & colorful girl.
I had a lover of my own,
and hair of great bouncing curl.
My dearest and I had the truest of loves,
the kind that sent pangs,
through the hearts of white doves.
Ages ago, we were out on a sail,
t’was a beautiful day,
with a marvelous gale.
‘Till, in seconds, there came,
a downpour of rain,
and a scene that would change,
life of this poor dame.
I discovered my dear,
he was shrouded in fear,
clutching and fleeing and never looking back.
He abandoned our ship,
while we were under attack
I was thrown overboard,
with a most violent shove.
There I felt hands,
not of the usual class,
but thinner and sharper,
like that of broken glass.
It was then I was pulled,
roughly down to the dim.
The endless depths of the sea,
without him.
I looked up to the sky,
but oh, by & by,
the light of the world,
was shrinking rapidly.
The vixens and creatures of the dark,
surround me.
I would float, breathlessly,
among a world, under water.
Where the sea-souls of men,
are taken for slaughter.
It wasn’t the vast sea,
of splendid blue-green,
you know the kind,
that you see in a dream.
It was red and green and horrid, pitch black,
and he never looked back.
Didn’t toss me a float,
or a rope for my throat.
And when I rose to the top,
I swam to the shore.
The tide came and went,
a swift, gentle roar.
I stood there for what,
had seemed like years,
and your back facing me,
couldn’t fathom the tears.
The world spun on,
as she always does,
and my heart broke again
a million ******, pieces it was.
you had left,
you had gone,
but I was still holding on
to a past full of lies
and of tainted goodbyes.
my cries,
should have been,
for all of my wasted time.