Soul Over Dead Water ✓

    Echoes of that long past no longer play out upon pristine glass;

   Even after the boldest beg, no longer will thee have a grasp—

    No grasp around the bountiful life once led;

    Gaze out to the waves where the water remains dead.

     The life I once lived was far from done;

     Sadly, the time has taken off to a swift run.

     Memories once held so close and heavy to bear,

     Time though didn't even seem to shed a single care.

    In the final days, alone did thee stay;

    As the mind collapsed in upon itself with a bitter decay.

    Eyes on the water, every moment slipping away;

     Soon now, thee will forget the precious rays of day.

    The life I once lived was far from over;

    Though the ages were made bitter by the behavior of a loner.

      Guilt cuts forward through the slipping man;

      A single breath representing one lifespan.

      I shouldn't have let go, my dear;

      Letting go of you was my one fear.

      Leaving you alone in the dark seaside home,

      As one like me spirals down into the unknown.

      I should've warned you early, right when I noticed;

      But your own mind could've fallen to its lowest.

     The sounds of the sea didn't even calm thee,

     As the waters were dark as far out as the eye could see.

      The ship should've been a sign;

      A sign of the fleeting time of mine—

      But never did such a morbid thought enter my mind;

       My own love for thee sheltered me from the thought, turning me blind—

        Now there will never be a way to carve the rest of our time;

       I've since left you so far behind.

       The ship should've told me that my moments were escaping;

       But I didn't ponder, but instead let my moments start wasting.

       The ship’s macabre voyage through the sea meant the death of me;

        Now the dwelling is darkened as my soul already did flee.

        The ship’s movements were meant to tell me so;

      But without listening, it'll leave you with ages of woe.

      The ship spoke the words of the grave,

      By then, my soul was too gone to save.

      I should've noticed; I should've spoken—

      Couldn't even leave thee with a proper goodbye token.

       I failed, my dear—-I should've passed on the ship’s warn;

      Now, thee is stuck there to mourn.

      I was meant to say it, meant to inform;

      But due to mine own foolishness, the sea will ever after storm.