Tears of The Atlantic
My fear is nearly overwhelming.
I see the shadows of the hull
Crashing over me like the waves below.
Weeks beneath the wood and rot,
Storms thundering around our hearts.
A month in and the illness takes hold.
I feel the chill, the heat, the shivers.
I see what isn't there, hear what can't be heard.
The green hills call me to my home shores.
Tears on my face I can barely feel.
Gentle touches, I no longer know who.
The black enters and I'm where I began.