The vast blue sea.
Beautiful, dangerous, cold.
Unforgiving peaks of sea water crashing in upon one another,
Spraying foam across the helm of my ship.
No man can be upon the sea without feeling
The icy fingers of fear reach around his throat.
Squeezing. Suffocating. Drowning the raging world out.
Bleakness spreads its misty grip throughout the morning air.
Sending fog to creep into the cracks and crevices
Of the boards that make up my boat.
Far away lies my loved ones,
Resting deep in their watery graves.
I can almost see the gapping chasm of death that separates us.
Their faces are still branded into my conscious.