The Restless Poet

The moth flickering glow
Illuminates the staccato of my breath.
I’m mesmerized…No –
Terrorized by the reflection in my view.

The headless muffled whisper
Of my screams beneath
The tombstone weight
is interrupted by the gasps that surface.

Ineffectual hands grasp,
Tugging on the slimy, moss
Covered stones – a mirage
Of kaleidoscope hope.

The lurking sea troll approaches-
Fingers of rotting decay, mired
In the stench of brimstone
and musty neglect digs deeper.

The splintered wood pushing harder,
Ripping into the pure, bare walls.
Shards scarring the surface…
Pushing – unrelenting, throbbing pain.

Tormenting waves crush on repeat.
Jagged edges cutting through the calm.
Distress calls unrealized,
Pinned down beneath lost, repeating waves.

Destructive haunting wreckage floating,
shifting – colliding.
Fragments…shattered and broken,
Tossed in the sea of ragged bones
and cacophony.

The aftermath…a new storm in its wake.