So long upon the waves and swells,
beneath the stars
which silently have watched our lives,
since well before
Magellan took his primal step,
I've sailed.
So long accursed.
for evils I cannot recall,
to ride the seas
and never touch the land,
to glide past everywhere
that once was home to me.
Each night I pray forgiveness
and ask my lord
what I must do to end the pain,
to make amends
that I may feel
the earth beneath my feet again.
Each night
no answer comes.
I am abandoned and adrift
within the sight of ports
that I shall never walk,
with people I shall never meet
and women I shall never love,
with nothing to look forward to,
but salty air and boundless oceans.
Always swaying,
rocking to the rhythm of eternal time
upon the torrent of my tears
that rain upon the vast
and unforgiving brine.
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A Mind's Eye
PoetryA collection of poems grown from myth and mind. Gods, monsters, and mortal men in a variety of poetic forms. Narratives and allegories as deeply rooted in the psyches of modern humanity, as in the civilizations that planted those seeds. Songs from d...
