My Tempest
How long has it been?
My mind is engulfed by the gusting gale,
That your forgotten mouth blows into my sail.
Lost in this lonely sea of exile;
Floating on a raft with memories on trial.
How long has it been?
This untouchable web of salty surf
Was once a thick tufty terrestial turf.
But green leaves whithered to brown
And the skies opened, releasing a flood on the ground.
How long has it been?
Vegetation was thicker than this tension.
Oh I musn't forget that I need to mention
This flood stems from my own deed.
My looming memories are a hunger I just can't feed.
How long has it been?
Four months, a week, and two hours I've been writing this rhyme.
But this brief interval is being stretched over a lifetime.
My raft sinks lower with each crashing wave.
Your memory will soon become another grave.
My mind is engulfed by the gusting gale,
That your forgotten mouth blows into my sail.
Lost in this lonely sea of exile;
Floating on a raft with memories on trial.
How long has it been?
This untouchable web of salty surf
Was once a thick tufty terrestial turf.
But green leaves whithered to brown
And the skies opened, releasing a flood on the ground.
How long has it been?
Vegetation was thicker than this tension.
Oh I musn't forget that I need to mention
This flood stems from my own deed.
My looming memories are a hunger I just can't feed.
How long has it been?
Four months, a week, and two hours I've been writing this rhyme.
But this brief interval is being stretched over a lifetime.
My raft sinks lower with each crashing wave.
Your memory will soon become another grave.