“Maritime”

Your truths hold the weight of raindrops. They refresh, then leave a welt of sin. A reminder of when once burnt, left upon my skin. But like a waterfall inferno, I am burnt a lot. As every downpour I hope for more, yet see pain is all I got. It seems I will never learn, as every storm I see out. I seek the single rays of sun, to soak away the doubt. I know another wash will only leave me with regret. At falling for the clouds, and trading caution to forget. As a wave breaks, we crash, roll, repeat a lot. Under paw like corpse a wonder, are you drowning me or not? Would it not be made of more, to cast me out to sea? To leave me in a limbo vast, the currents guide me free. Of any net or hook or line, façade of yours or other. For now at least while I am a drift, the ocean is my lover.