Metaphorical

Battlescars of lives once known 
have come to haunt my waking life 
I clench the wheel but waves have thrown 
my modest journey into strife 
clouds pelt rain from mighty storms 
that rage relentless on endless seas 
thunder rolls and figures swarm 
the mountains dark and void of trees 
the wind and rain like needles cold 
submerge my desperate plea for light 
the day now distant, faint and old 
like a child's balloon drifts out of sight 
there is no place for memories here 
the waking life will pay the cost 
seas are littered with those that fear 
the echoes of the battles lost