Sick Days
A captain sails alone across the ocean,
Setting the unseen waves of the siren into motion
Each small ripple submerges his aging ears,
As the sky turns black and the clouds cry stale tears
She begs him to float towards her lonely
Isle, so he stood there, thinking for awhile
Setting down his anchor would set aside all he's built on the shore
All that he'd longed to be set in stone
His lover, their child, his friends,
And the one thing he'd never thought he could find:
A home.
But there was something about the offer
Of final pleasure, a sniff of wolfsbane
Was this what he'd been searching for ever day of every week
Was this the sun he was meant to seek?
Or was this just another foolish dream, like all the others?
But, he could've sworn that it seemed
As though this one was different
That this one could be easy, could be clean
He would pay any price to lift the dreary
Weather surrounding him from off his back
He would give up all he has and leave his boat to linger for
Eternity, simply to fill the void left by the stability that he lacks
Maybe this voice, this soft, motherly voice
Would relieve him of that much
And so the man turned back to the siren, smiled
And dove into her warm waters
He felt her embrace, and in that moment
As she pulled him deeper into the ocean,
As his lungs gave way to the water's embrace
He was struck by it
The freedom he so craved
He finally felt numb
He no longer felt empty space
He no longer felt like he was just killing time, sulking around
He no longer felt down.