Starlight

I begged the sea to sing me to sleep.
Then it told me that it always did-
when the daylight affliction seared me
and when relief lit up the twilight sky
but I was blind, at ease, living buried
under the shore, burdened as its alibi.

I begged the sea to sway me to sleep
Just once to know how it feels.
The sun wasn't as cruel as it seemed,
blinded... I squinted to see all white,
the dark, it left me indebted for sight.
I fisted a few rocks on my way in...
the weightless waves didn't feel right;
I could still move and was breathing.

I begged the sea to keep me asleep
as I was washed out back onto the coast.
The men with the wrecked ships in heaps
said, "The ocean's ruthless and deep.
The currents were kind in disdain at most.
It's a sign that you ought to survive."
By drowning in the filth pile.

For they had never been buried alive,
I never believed their claims, all their cries.
They stood above; dry... we weren't alike.
I was engulfed again, and they didn't pry.
Because they thought it'd never be a fight.
I couldn't answer, but only I knew why
The night sea's soothing beyond the eyes.
While I fell asleep to the song of starlight.