I Have Never Been So Tired

I have never been so tired, not of flesh but of soul, The years have whipped me like a storm-tossed scroll, The sea is dark, the winds howl with blame, Falsely accused, yet I bear the shame. They said I sinned whence I was pure, My words turned eyes, my art unsure, The chains they placed were made of air, But still they bound me—was it fair? I once loved the sea, its wild embrace, Now it mocks me, cold and chast. The waves, they crash like judgment's hand, And force me from my loved homeland. What freedom once was mine, now lost, The storm of life has claimed its cost. I leave this world, its cruel design, Like her, I fade—no longer mine. It doesn't hurt, this final fall, No tears, no cries, no pleading call. The sea will keep my secrets deep, And in its arms, I'll softly sleep.