Perilous Seas Poem by John I Nash

I must depart from you and go down to the perilous sea where my ship awaits me.
I will think of you not, for the pain of remembrance ties my being in a knot.
The dark fog hangs low over the wharf, as my soul is blackened in mistrust.
I look to the oceans to heal my poisoned heart, so once again I must go down to the perilous sea.
I stand my watch faithfully, trying not to think of thee, no stars this night a symbol of my plight.
Shadowy waters summon me, whispering my name, come hither, join all the suffering the ones who went before you, the insane and those in pain. Let my darkness embrace you, my coolness ease your torment, close your eyes and fall it calls.
Many nights the black waters have beckoned me to their depths, it is only the thought of what could have been that kept me from their cold embrace.
As your memory starts to wane, so the light of my existence.
The sting of betrayal welts no more only emptiness prevails.
I must sail this perilous sea never again, for the winds have died, this day, we make no headway and the morrow will not come on this perilous sea.