Dark Waves

There is nobody at the helm of fate;
the wheel is spinning and nobody's there.
I look at the raging dark sea,
waves rising and falling,
great mountains of quenchless water.
The ship tossed about the ocean's surface,
bile rising up into my throat.
I'm all alone upon this ghost ship
specters of living accosting my path.
peering over the edge,
deathly black sea below,
I ponder what nightmares await.
a dream of sinking never to be fulfilled.