To my starboard side are the volcanoes
of calamitous temptations, submerged,
ever ready to hurl at me with force
a shell from the molten core of the world.
I can see no sign of land to my port,
where I can dock myself and contemplate,
why the ocean of life has been growing,
more and more violent and savage of late.
I am too tired from traversing the waves,
relentless against the slime of my hull.
My gangway, left untrodden for too long,
in painful silence, has begun to rust away.
For how long must I endure this? “Please let me sink!”,
to godly Poseidon my wailing sirens pray.