What lies beneath a sea of numb

where ships of heart were taken down?

Sunk to the bottom with the one

I hated and I meant to drown.

 

For in its hull it carried pain

instead of what its purpose was

and thus, I had immense disdain

because it never carried love.

 

So yes, I set it in my sights

then fired all I had and more.

Carpet-bombing through the night

to sink it to the ocean floor.

 

And when it finally disappeared,

I flew away and did not know

the other ships were likewise pierced,

doomed just as well to slip below.

 

They sank at random, one by one.

The ships of pride, and hope, and fear…

of aspiration, sad and fun.

The ship of peace, the ship of tears.

 

The ship of drive, the ship of will.

No ship was spared the plight went on.

They fell, and fell, and fell, and fell

until at last all ships were gone.

 

So now in silent flight I go,

no signals come as were before.

No guidance from the sea below.

No hope of landing anymore.