I wish my flowing tears; stood witness,
to a crashing loneliness in this cess.
O’had I not made a forsaken start.
And none had bet for a broken heart.
Hopes, heart dashed to bits on distant isles,
to impassable barriers of a million miles.
The armada’s hopeless tryst with far-off rifts,
stand alone cluthing fistful sands, as it sifts.
Lost to anguish, hurting wistful desires,
ambers doused afore the raging fires.
I wish those memories; would just wash,
spare me the pain and enduring splosh.
Heaven intercede, to completely erase,
the mindless waves, sadness and craze.