into the silent earth.
The warmth that once existed,
dissipating into the darkness.
We sat there,
in the last life boat.
A husband.
A son.
A void.
How do you talk to a phantom?
How do you embrace a ghost?
To find yourself the soul survivor,
on a ship once filled,
with all the loved ones,
you soo adored as a child.
All the memories, the feelings,
the triumphs and the tragedies,
descends into the deep,
43 leagues under the dark seas.
It doesnt matter,
how far you see the iceberg away.
It doesn't matter,
how you ready your faithful crew.
None of it matters,
when you feel the impact
and know that all hope is lost.
We sit there,
in the last life boat.
A husband.
A son.
A void.
Waiting for solace,
for comfort,
for peace,
for something.
Something to rescue us,
from this sea of grief,
this ocean of pain,
this emptiness,
this void.
