The Ocean

In this boat I sail alone, out on the ocean so far from home.

These waters were once so abundant and sprightly,

We rode the tide of crashing waves, clinging tightly.

Now the waves no more upsurge,

They do not brim and toil with urge.

The waters now lay barren and still.

All beings once there no more the ocean fill.

The oceanic outlook from this boat is grim.

The once bright sky, now hazy and dim.

The wooden boat, weighed down with waterlog

is colder than ever as it drifts in the fog.

I search in vain to find a way back;

my direction lost from a clairvoyance lack.

You no more are by my side

as I struggle to navigate the silent tide.

I did not see when you abandoned ship,

or notice as you loosened your grip.

Now left to be a lonely fool,

drifting in an ocean, cold and cruel.