The Beginning To Every End

I'll never understand why
I have been saved from the squall
Against the mellifluous beating of the tides
I reckoned of the unthinkable

The ocean sang its master plan
And the gale called your names
While I stood, left unmoored
Hands tightly curled on the oars
Without any defense, the sea
That we conquered, conquered you

I knew, like a beautiful climate
It would pass uncommitted
But I never have surmised
The inclement weather brought
By the saline resurging
And the obfuscation in the sea
Dazed my maps and memory

I rivaled the weather
Until I was threadbare
As hapless as a paper boat
Winding in the funneling stream
Decaying with every advance

We struggled and contended
But it seems that the beginning
Was the only place I was needed
And when all was recuperated
The sea defenestrated my part
And sculled new contours and waves
To begin its cold and stark end

But I will not be unheeded
As I effaced my own memories
And in this fray we splinter
Our own monoliths
And they tarnish them in me
As I tarnish me in them

The sea beckoned finally
And all is drowned
In a vertiginous demise.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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