Days are torrential, fate bleeds the skies,
Calamity rains and drowns out my sighs.
Flooding surroundings, I get lost in the deep
as I claw in the fathoms for those seeds still to reap.
In deeper still, tossed to and fro in the tide,
plunging the depths for that smile lost inside.
Still to this day doth I toil neath' the skin,
for that child left behind be it somewhere within.