Sailors Decent

Waves crash upon the sand

relentless in their dance

I simply try to stand

but the waves keep crashing in

cold currents pull me low

to the dark depths

consequence of seeds past sown

shall I ever breath

or is air to sweet a treat

for a ragged soul like me

sink or swim 

that is the question ultimate

to swim is to live

and living is painful

to sink is to die

dieing is easy

my only hope lies

after a black damp grave

my only hopes cry

is from me, to captain

that he might save

Been A While

Its been quite a while since I have written,
in silence for noise is overwhelming,
consuming the very atmosphere of my world,
as a heavy dark mist that lets no light in.

A ray, beam, opening, hope,
has poured fourth this day.

Once again, I return .

To write in silence.