The Sea Inside
Life is but a waterway that feeds the sea inside,
As rain into a reservoir, and blood into a lung.
How is it my galleon became a vessel,
Hollowed out and swallowed by the waves.
How is it my northern star has burned its last,
And left the sky as cold as winter mist.
Has it come to be that Neptune’s fury lashes
As a rabid hound from in the deep,
Or have the angels wept a torrent of their sorrows
Down into the blighted, black abyss.
Upon the far horizon, there resides no dying light,
Nor lonesome moon to draw upon the tide;
In the darkness, I will suffer what awaits:
To drown amid the sea inside.