Ocean’s Wake
Tortured here upon this open sea,
this is my tempest, my desperate cry.
Turmoil pierces me like jagged rocks,
stabbing through my soul and heart.
My sorrows rise to infinite heights,
chasing these seas cost me everything.
My crew all perished because of me,
now there is only I.
An ethereal song drifts over the water,
my storm shows no signs of abating.
Voices... I want to give in to my vices.
I yearn for thee.
I no longer wish to weep.
From where does this arise?
It does not feel grim.
“epithymeí i kardiá sas.”
This melody bleeds a foreign bliss.
Voices sweeter than life,
I do not dare to leave.
Feelings of woe cut into me like a scythe,
please, let my pain cease.
My will slips away...
drawn down…
unburdened.
The song of my heart’s desire
envelops my drowning soul.
"Sink close," they whisper.
"Lay your heavy soul to rest here."
Hear the voices calling to you:
“epithymeí i kardiá sas.”
“I want - - -,” I endlessly repeat.
“You are -,” the voices speak.
I only want to find rest here.
“I want to - -,” I faintly sigh.
“You are -,” the echoes reply.
I know what I must do.
I want to feel free.
Then I am now enveloped in a cold,
embracing hug.
No heavy tides to fight.
Weighted down, this feels right,
drifting deeper and deeper.
I'm now at peace here
Resting in the sea.
The peace shatters.
The tempest inside me screams.
Cold brine forces its way inside,
tearing through my lungs.
My agony is absolute.
Being trapped in these depths takes everything from me.
Left alone,” I choke.
Abandoned in the sea.
A haunting tune as I sink further down.
The pressure outside matches the dark within.
No hope, only the cage of this tempest.
I yearn for peace,
I want to weep,
yet still, I crave the music.
Please,
let me feel happiness one last time.
“epithymeí i kardiá sas.”
I weep at the sound.
I cling to this music.
“Please, don’t leave me,” I beg.
Pain like daggers.
This agony... why?
Let me succumb to the song…
unburdened,
as my soul's fire burns out.
The voices call to me,
I beg for rest.
“epithymeí i kardiá sas.”
“I want - - -,” I desperately repeat.
“You are -,” the voices speak.
I want to rest here.
“I want to - -,” I choke and pray.
But the melody fades away.
I know what I want. I want to be free.
Trapped here in these freezing depths...
No. No, no, no. The voices. They’re leaving.
No, no, no, no, no! Please. Don’t.
Please! I thrash and yell.
Please! I scream and beg.
Don’t leave me!
A raw, ragged cry tears from my throat.
Saltwater burning my throat.
Everything burns. Everything hurts.
I’ll never know peace.
I’ll never know rest.
Here in the sea.
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