These sails are torn to rags
The churning waves toss me
Water's in my eyes and my feet long for solid ground
Seems this storm will never cease
And I'm about as lost at sea as one can be
Poseidon wants me dead, or so it appears
**** sirens won't stop screaming in my ears
All I'm sure of is who I am and where I want to be
Home
A place for my body to rest
Where my heart will no longer strain
Home
My head can dream peacefully
But for now this nightmare of a tempest rages around me
What use is a bag of winds
When a gale is already whipping at my face?
Just how long can a single man be at war with the sea?
Where are the men who started this journey with me?
Who will come help me now?
Why am I blessed with such misfortune?
When will my odyssey end?
Or rather, when will it begin?
Written with the epic poem The Odyssey in mind. Favorite story growing up.
I wrote it because I feel my life is a constant uphill struggle. I wish for some stability for once but I'm always caught in some freak circumstance. I know where I want to be, but I can't understand how to get there. I feel I am talented enough to make it far in this world, however I have no direction. I curse God often. I fear he wants me to suffer. I can't even count how many people have abandoned me in times of need. I wonder to myself when I'll finally sleep soundly without so much turmoil.