An ocean of inexplicable sadness,
Stretches out before me in time,
As endless and uncertain as the waves,
Crashing in the gentle hum of indifference.

Can one know what sorrow hides?
For surely tears are but a mask of truth.
To be torn away by the heart of another,
Or sewn up forever into our souls.

As tears fall to create that sea of gray,
Where wind blows chilly and soft,
Through a murky sky of insecurity,
Where clouds drift aimlessly as life.

In all directions is continuity,
With nothing but thoughts seen for miles.
Changeless and heavy upon the water,
Where sanity is a dingy we cling to.

Survival becomes a notion of impracticality,
For who can wish it when tossed about,
A leaf in a puddle has more control,
And more peace in it’s end then we.

To look into the depths of pain,
Or reach into the darkness of anguish,
And touch those faint strings of laughter,
Is a miracle upon which belief is daring.

Mournful and dreary is the ocean,
Filled with the tears of life that spell regret.
And we, sent out in vulnerability,
Are expected to weather its worst?