A hollow grows in my heart.
helpless, I watch
this cavern empty its once warm
elixir,
cool like coal
on a bed of dying embers.
Trepidation surges,
upending my
quiet comfort
while voices whisper
"this safety on the razor's edge
is an illusion
and must be returned
to the debt ridden sea"
slowly the mist settles,
revealing the great divide.
I hold my breath
and go under
Lost at sea