trespass

expound, oh wisdom,
on the trespasses of the sea
the watery earth courses,
and the pull i feel in me
calling the flow of mind out
chaseing the causeways in my hands
a river of ever-white,
will it never end?

will they remember me,
these dead that i see,
the ghosts that are forever,
gazing star-eyed from the sea?
once beating hearts stilled,
sad eyes to reminisce
they know of my futility...

i dream of struggle
when once i fought for air
i was torn from the clouds,
riped asunder from joy
when the dream-fever eased
i found no realness,
in the reality they assured me was my own
i struggled again,
and this time, i failed
i returned once more to sameness
and fitted my mask down tight
never more to question
the voices that i heard

echoes from the past,
longing to return
sonar of yesterday,
this day's hope to burn
rebound those lost
take revenge on those who've won


(it might be noted that my little sister finds my poetry terribly depressing...not really seeing it...)