"Lighthouse"

Light flashes, then it’s gone,

As I head towards the rocks,

The water white with foam

And the wind carrying the scream of sirens.

When the light flashes I wonder,

Maybe everything will be okay,

But I know I am suspended in the air;

I am immobile as I watch the rocks grow near.

And I wait for an impact;

I wait for the wooden hull in my chest

To be torn to shreds,

And the bow in my head to break.

I plead that the mast carrying me,

Snaps off and sinks

The hull fills with water

And I’ve set myself free.