Charon

Wading upon the brine of a gloomy sea, 
Upon a floating dory, I sit above this forsaken deep
A creation of shape-less matter, a liquid heap
A shadowy taint covers all directions, no exit to flee

I paddle slowly, my movements are meech
Solitude stalks my soul, avariciously.  It follows me
Far from hope, attached to an invisible leash
The safety of the sand is far from my reach

All I hope is to find some relief, but a mortal toll must be paid
The specter grabs at me, a featureless fiend, I cannot runaway
I paddle to escape, fear-stricken – zero time to pray
But no amount of effort matters, I am trapped in this place

I will float upon this black sea alone
The only ocean I have ever known

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