Lost at Sea: A Poem

Originally published on 2023-12-08

The sun of gold is spent and I cannot see  Dark and cold, the waters rise about me  Under foot I've no hold, I'm sent out to sea  I grow old and shall neither repent nor see victory  Against such a tempest of soul I can never prevail  I am thrown all about by desire in a gyring gale  I search for new life and calm waters but to no avail  In such a storm of fury no man could set sail 

This storm is only calmed by the hands pierced by nails   I cannot steer, I never could  I cannot go by sail of cloth and ship of wood  It is the principal of progress which I misunderstood  To give up the wheel, its all one could