Each year I’m like a sinking stone

Among a swell of misdeeds,

Weighted with exhaustion

As the nightmare’s climb

–

Cast aside on warm sands

To begin again

To be claimed by the vines

Of the preying unknown

 –

Until the bountiful sea

Simmers green with envy,

Drawing me into the con

Of its calm embrace

–

To pursue the stars

In its nightly ire,

Clutching life at midnight

As I wade to shore