Hope At Sea.

Oh how my heart hurts
How my soul bleeds
How my breath escapes into the vast darkness of everlasting agony.

Was I once alive?
Consumed with joy, the bittersweet promise of hope and harmony?
Flirting with the glorious possibility of an awsome illuminous fate.

I think not....
I cannot escape the clutches of this doubt infested water.
It eats away at my essence and plays puppet master with my mind.
Oh how I long.

How I long to be soothed in arms strong.
A harbour to dock my battered and bruised vessal.
The tempest has pillaged me.
The harbour forever on the horrizon....