Tears Are Of No Avail Beneath The Ocean’s Surface

What could this be
My ship without a
Rudder is tempest-
Tossed on an open
Sea and too-soon
Filling with salted
Waters sinking,
Falling to depths
Deep below and I am
Trapped inside
With naught but
A prayer. I should
Have abandoned
Ship long, long ago.

Originally written
6 June 2005

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