The Furthest Shore

So long ago, I set out to sea, forsaken by god and man

Visions of passion, glory and gold beckoned from distant lands

I left behind all I had known, aspiring to live, love, and conquer

Unaware that these futile pursuits would only yield a drifting sepulchre

Desperate

I have traversed

The seas of

Sorrow

Aimlessly drifting for many a year, cursing this fated endeavor

Hopeless, I accept that the solace I've sought will elude me forever

Straining against the maelstrom unbound, my limbs frailed and broken

Splintered apart after storm upon storm, my heart and hopes have sunken

Desolate

I have succumb

to the seas of

Sorrow

Tortured memories of sailing and searching, finding and failing

Eroding the will to further resist the waves violent churning

Bereft of strength I've lost hold of the dream now sinking in sorrow

Falling helpless to the waters raging below

For a fleeting moment I clutched the debris of my vessel now flotsam

a futile attempt of an overcome man to fend off the ocean

I know it is hopeless when I see the approach of the conquering wave

that has come to carry me to my watery grave

Washed ashore, succumb to the sea

the waves force upward my lifeless eyes

to watch the sun set for the last time

Only in death, would peace be mine