In the Deep
He wrote, “I am the captain of my soul!”
but Henley steered a much more noble helm!
The schooner that I steer tacks near sheol,
My soul has foundered in this murky realm!
Most fearful dreams appear here in the deep,
unlike the clouds and light, up in the sky.
The secrets of the sea, forever sleep
unseen, except by lost and damn’ed eyes!
My fate was bought and sealed so long ago
and naught can change it now, unless by chance
my soul, by favored winds who deign to blow
reprieve my way, may lift my circumstance!
Once overwhelmed by doubt and ghastly fears,
shall I evade the place of wrath and tears?