In the Wake of Forgetfulness

I’ve given enough time to lethargy
Twenty years ago I set sail to the sea
Looking for a beast to make a plea—
That unholy master of thanatology

In the wake of forgetfulness
I search for the fallen one

But in truth I tell you
I forgot what to pursue
The world became askew
All the same in mist and dew
My restless soul still looks out
Under the blackened sky
Fighting apathy, desolation, and doubt

I was looking for a friend
Who met an untimely end
“It’s my mission,” I thought, “to descend
Into the waters and the monster apprehend.”

In the wake of forgetfulness
I want to bring back the fallen one

Stories told that a sea beast
Took the dead as a feast;
And they wandered there for eternity
Inside its belly, in captivity

Sometimes I thought I’d lose my mind;
Some days ravenous, hopeless, and blind
Trapped in the swirl of finding my friend
To find him before year’s end
All the anger of not knowing why
A thunderous storm in a silent shout
For not saying a final goodbye

’till the day came when I saw it
And my heart sank into a bottomless pit
Souls of the dead were its bones, eerily lit
And before the beast, I lost my valour and wit