Shipwreck

14 Jun 2019

A storm came in and made us crash

I feel overcome, try to discern

The black was deep but there was flash

Inside my chest, it starts to burn

I fight, I swim, but no last act

I see my life get out of hand

Looks like I have to do a pact

The sea all is a wasteland

The moon I see above me shine

The land I love by the coastline

My hands feel strangely numb, but then

Waves in the distance, I see their foam

What is this? Am I home?