Rootless, cast adrift,
on waters cold and vast,

anchor and mooring,
shattered as the broken mast.
Leaning port-side,
searching for that safe haven’s call,

caught in the typhoon,
thrashed by the waves that rise and fall.

the sting of salty tears,
drowning in phantom fears.

surrendering to the elements and however they decide,

watching all truth into the dark depths subside