Beneath The Silent Sea Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

Yesterday, I slipped beneath the waves,
While crossing the sea, my career life's last stage.
You saw my setting sun, a sinking sight,
A fleeting moment, lost in the silent night.

Tomorrow, or the next, I'll be entombed,
Buried alive, in solitude, my heart's dark room.
Floating like flotsam, without anchor or shore,
I'll drift on the tides, forever more.

Weep for me, dear one, for I drowned in your sea,
As though I'd entered a realm, where none can be free.
In the soaked sepulcher, where the silent sea reigns,
I'll rest, without debt, in eternal, dreamless pains.

But beware, dear heart, of the pirates' sly sleep,
Lest you succumb to their darkness, and forever creep.
Mourn for me, until dawn's radiant light,
When I'll rise anew, in a world reborn, bathed in delight.

In that lively clime, I'll grow, and glow, and thrive,
Unscathed, unscarred, with a heart full of life.
Renewed, as the risen sun, I'll shine so bright,
Covered in halos of moonlight, or radiance of dawn's first light.