I am just a drop
in the heaviest ocean,
two bodies in one,
two sides of me —
transparent as
a clear atmosphere
yet dark as the depths
of a thousand leagues.
On a cold night,
the moon pulls the tide
and I move
against my will —
I stare at the sky
with a sad longing
before I am pulled under,
and who knows when
I will see blue skies again?
Lost in the waves,
sunken lower
day by day,
I wonder why
I was born with a heart
bound to a weighted anchor
that leaves me sinking
closer to an unknown void
filled with graveyards
of old ships and glass bottles
that once held letters
of love and dreams?