Memories

Memories drift, with no direction,

a ship setting sail on an endless sea.

Desperate and hungry, I stare in the water,

thinking of drowning, unshackled and free.

 

Is this life, lonely and desolate,

a punishment from a devil cackling somewhere,

where fire and brimstone bare no relation

to socialite b******s with boastful stares?

 

Question unanswered, which settles demurely,

whisper a hint into my ears.

Provide the hope I need to keep breathing,

help me feel that I was meant to be here.

 

Winds leave no answer, despite my lending

my ears above currents, which sweep aside

the trappings of Nostalgia, her brief embrace

bringing numerous tears to my eyes.

 

Apathy drives away a discomfort,

in its place, I find Death deified.

Reaper’s grin, stolid and scornful,

let me collapse, ragged in the grave!

 

Thunder echoes in the distance;

on the horizon, I see my death waiting.

Alone on my ship, a grin makes it presence

spread cheek to cheek, soft and inviting.

 

Understand, I know this is horror

for many who found their place in the sun.

But for some, the storm is their only solace,

in a world whose light is obscured and forgotten.