Burial at Sea

Her laugh still echoes through this storm

A sirens song

As I stand stoic

Feet planted

Atop these rotten, bile soaked boards

The lonely, cracked lighthouse ashore

Almost becomes her smile

This ship sails heavy

Holding all I can remember of love

The tides stopped turning in my favor

Long ago, when her timid peace came crashing down

These rough seas call for a rough man

This floor splinters, this mast cracks

These sails fold and swallow my dead

These knees buckle under everything she’s left behind

I suffer in silence, choking on everything left unsaid

Truthfully, I’m to die upon this sinking ship

Swallowed by the salty curse she’d gifted

Still, I find God

In the peeling scars that never seem to heal

In the blood I’ve spilt

In the love that I have given without cost

I find God

I’ll face this burial at sea with haste

Wish upon the northern star, to remember her face this one last time

And I’ll call that judgement enough

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