The Sailor

She was his everything,

Everything he could have done for her,

Sail the world across and back he would,

Broken with disappointment,as she sank,

Now he lays in desperate isolation,

Alone, free from happiness,loneliness his closest companion,.

There are no more tears,

For his soul has already died,

Unfeeling,unwanted,he has said his goodbyes,

Not one to look back,he spits at the past,

Curses at the blinding dark,he awaits,

For his heart has turned to stone,

Not one to love no more,

For love itself is a double edged sword,

Of sharp irony and pinpoint hurt,

Marriages are just a sham to him now,

Belief is of no more use to him,

Hope is lost,

All is forgotten,

No time to look back,

For the tide will never return…