Boat journey.(South wind second)

Softly, the wind does carry.
This boat along.
Thoughts go with it in the cool of night.
How are they? My friends, that is.
My fishing pole dips in the river of blood and finds nothing.
Futile journey in dark, deep waters.
In this world, it's sink or swim. And I had no teacher.
No lessons.
Only B̴͈̫̓͒l̵̝̋ŏ̸͕̹o̴̼͊͝d̷̖͆ and Loss.
Are my hands guilty?
All I wanted were answers.
But this boat will do instead.
 
Pulse, pulse, wave.
The below troubles like a face tightened from worry.
Wind blows. Air's cold.
Is nothing safe in these lands?
You would fear me too.
But sins unatoned for; creep below the topmost layer.
layers of days mixing into hours.
Layers of friends mixing into sins.
Ours.
 
No mercy.
No mercy.
No mercy.
No...
Joy.
But we can relax when it's over.
Right?
You can rest now that's over right?
You are in sunlight and green fields right?
You aren't lost forever?
Inside, no map.
 
Drifting and thinking, a glimpse of the sky.
A beautiful moon.
My shoes are damp.
This boat is damned to sink of leaks.
I hear my homes calling from the deep,
"Brother you are forgiven."
But the stress bleeds back into the river.
The river of dreams.