I peered into me,
I saw no one,
I see my own empty sea.
There is a rock drowning in its own elysian misery.
It melded a lip of its own,
Look to the sky and sea,
Look to the lands above me.
You will find a silver forest of you.
That misery and doubt gave you life,
Not the one whom you keep praying,
and even trusting wasn’t really even there.