Adrift at sea, is where no one has found me. I am not a sailor and not a pirate

I am a lonesome wonderer and doomed survivor.

I am looking for my way home, a place to call my own, a place where I belong

to warm my feet, have some food to eat, and enjoy the company of a fire.

The silence is a nice break for once, away from all the distractions of the world

just me, myself and I to sail around middle earth.

I am not on a boat, not as safe as it would seem.

A block of ice broke apart, beneath my feet.

Through the chilled waters of purgatory this glacier well drift

me sitting a top, heavy hearted and stiff.

I can not find closure, not here not now

the water is bitter, it offers no comfort.

Heavy hearted, I am anchored

to the bottom, down, down, down.

The pressure builds as the abyss consumes me

swallowed whole this is my funeral.

In search of comfort, I struggle to hold my breath

as I near the end.

Chest on fire, in the frigid arctic water

clawing for the surface, I can see no more.

Blackness, just blackness

no light at the bottom

It is here in the mud

where I find my solace

My body lay lifeless

in the land of lost corpses

Alone, the wonderer

has found a home

Man to earth, turned to stone

man to earth, he is unknown.