The Somber Sea

This too shall pass
A keening in my soul
Flagrantly imprecise
Yet bold as ice
Transfixed by nature
The cycle unchanged
As fluid as a fire
Raging in my savage soul
But failing all this
A work of art
Splashed on the page
In black and white
Grey intoxicants
Cruel inhalation
Haggard and dry
Broken down
On cobblestones
In back alleys
Gutter complexity
Utter despondence
And salty tears
Washing away

Into the somber sea.

Sam