Cyanide tide

The sea encapsulates, manipulates and destroys. The blue calm full of deceit and malice, It’s rolling unpredictability engulfing Man’s persistent struggle with the intangible, Abstract thoughts that get in the way of the sailor The red herring set and in wait of its next victim The blue tongues lapping at his torn body, The cool revenge of a callous beast The salt burning the wounds The preemptive notion of death, The body sinks, water fills every orifice. Sinking faster now, faster into the abyss The sailor clinching onto the rosary, His hands grow tighter around his memories, The rosary piercing his numb hands. Crucifixion, a sacrifice to a greater cause. The sea is unmoved, Its tide still reaches out and pulls back Taking with it lives, People who like me are in search, People who like me are drowning