by Westley Nash
I look out into a future sky where darkness has swallowed my stars.
Clouds fall down with colossal charge, crushing my lifeless heart!..
My outlook blurred by torrents, my rationale obscured by thunder.
I fear the safety by which I rest may soon be torn asunder.
From the turbulent waters behind me, haunting whispers fill my head.
Ghosts of a passing lifetime, no longer living but not yet dead.
I'm frozen, beset by terror, too scared to chart the seas unknown.
To just stumble on into the gloom, so unprepared and all alone.
I give thought to turning my back, returning home to a time I once knew.
Traipsing blindly among those memories, feigning old days dawning new.
But reversing my course is madness, for astern lie nothing but wrecks!
Tall ships that once sailed with eminence, now rot with their lifeless decks.
And so the winds fill the sails, commanding my advance,
yet still I hold defiant in a crafted dreamlike trance.
But while at first I may appear embedded within delusions so quick to nestle.
In my soul I know, should I stay any longer, I will sink with this ageing vessel...