429. Voiceless

I went out to sea to find,

What lurks in the abyss.

Yet, what we seek we often find;

Ah, ignorance is bliss!

In the deep there was a form,

Within an inky cloud.

It’s tentacles: long and uniform,

Pulled me into it’s shroud.

I turned and saw two black eyes,

Darker than the darkness,

And set my jaw to utter cries,

Unheard. Unfelt. Useless.

In the cold and icy deep,

Where words distort and fail,

My voice returned unto it’s keep,

And my soul began to wail:

“Rest in peace! Rest in peace!”.

K. Aldaya, 3/22/18

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