Adrift

That far off ship, Just crossed over the horizon, Heading for an unknown shore, Has left my sight once more, A destination I will never see, For this sea's laid claim to me, My small dinghy fills, from holes that ever leak, Will soon take me deep , deep down, For Poseidan's decreed that I should drown... The fear of lungs filling up with salty sea water, Of taking my very last breath, Is in some odd way quite comforting, For I prefer the fate of death.