My Clouds

Captive of this journey ,Decimated by the sea
Louder than the color of the sky,I smile back
Otiose wind currents.that pass by my face
Under valiant sails of an endless dream.

Dilapidated by the sound of the water
Somber voices that play in my head,
Ornery of dismal entities;
Fluxion of a never ending sorrow.

Mitigation of a dice in this moment
Yet,being so close to being impossible
Death to march, as her September brings me closer

Achromatic Interpretations,sadly Imminent
Young,as this endless,bitter scenery.