Whale-52

The pitch of sound wailing in the depths of the sea,
Rambles around waiting for a light,
All I see is blue vast ocean
I hear no one but only my pitch.
Will I ever shine on this endless dejection?

Thee can not see my shadow,
in the abyss of sorrow, isolated by the darkness
Calling once again as I can feel the salt rubbing into my scrape—
Counting the stars above the night sky
Dazzled by the rays of sunlight—
when will someone intone with me?