A Poet's Lament

Adrift on a sea of lost souls
I sway back and forth to the rhythm of sighs
As I watch the world implode
From the negative pressure of self interest.

Then life emerges from the ache,
Poetry gives voice to the melancholy,
Words and rhythms lamented lost
By the mute poets of ages past.

Washing over me like the ocean,
Shipwrecked on the shores of hope,
An intimate flame that starves me of air
And leaves me breathless.