I am swept into the deluge
my feet tied to a thousand rocks
hands bound behind my back
in another world, I could swim high above,
but these waters stretch past time's own reach
Could I not give in? Flesh and bone I am
to the sea, but another scrap of driftwood
ensnared in the ocean's iron grasp
the meager threads of what once was
The waters' rushing fills my soul.
I am pulled, but not I go,
For ahead there lies a treacherous goal,
And I am bound, by chains below.
Time has passed, though I have not,
And now's arrived this fateful hour,
The waves consume my every thought,
My prayers the ocean doesn't devour.
I squirm and sink while my limbs fail,
The water stings and burns my eyes,
Before, I swam, yet now I flail,
I see the sea come for its prize.
The water seeps into my head,
And I am lost, within my mind,
I come to wonder if I'll dread
Drowning here, should I resign.
In truth, I once controlled this prison,
And sailed these darkened depths forbidden,
But now I sink, where I had risen,
I cannot rein what I had ridden.
There is a certain silence here,
Somehow, beneath the froth above,
I cannot sense a thing I'm near,
When crushed within this liquid glove.
Could I not escape this mortal trap,
Under this crashing, towering wall?
Within each wave, I feel I snap,
And, in each fissure, the depths call,
And still below, I fear I know,
Is not the quiet that I seek,
The void of nothing, or the blows?
My pain, surely, is for the weak.
I am stuck, yet am I free?
Though keys to locks I cannot see,
And while I hate and dread the wave,
The rest I leave up to the brave.