Cries of the Ancient Mariner, Pt. 2
Art by Paul Rios
Left to circumstance and nothing better to do, the rain pours out side
Without asking for help, direction or even permission
Lights blink on and off, winking at the night time sky and all who observe
I’m sorry that it took so long to get out here
I can’t stand to be without you, the rain sighs
So sleep now my child, the our drops make everything right again
Once again the captain of the sunken ship stirs in his damp, cold grave
His sockets are emptied but he continues to flashback to the horror
Torrents of wind, waves, crashes screams, chaos, despair, regret, loss, despair, death, regret, sorrow, loss, despair, grief, loss, regret…..
The rain is his only visitor
It touches him and takes a part of him back to the sea
He hates this cycle, because he knows he will never see his enemy, but it is eternally beckoning him back
Why I couldn’t go with them? Why was I the only one?
Why was fate so ruthless and cruel to allow me to die in this bleak cabin of rot and famine?
Questions left unanswered, the captain lies, and decomposes
Tormented continually until there is no end
As time goes by, gravity sinks his corpse into the hungry swallowing earth
The rain comes by to lick his wounds
It acts as tears upon his eyeless skull and carries him back
To the place which he can never forget
His true resting place at the sea