Nevermore

Nevermore,
Will I see the sky,
Or hear the waves and the oceans tide,
As evening sets I wait for you,
My old wound opens and becomes anew,
I sit and I wait in silent faith,
for the ship that will carry you back my way,
nevermore will you come from you watery grave,
and so im bound forever to always watch and wait,
my soul crys out,
my tears will flow,
im here all the time,
summer, rain, snow
even though im real my feet
dont touch the ground,
and the cry's that come out are only the slightest sound,
my voice is of the wind,
my tears are a stream,
bound forever by a curse,
the alive could never see,
only few could understand the pace in which I wait,
the widows walk,
I sit aloft,
with deaths cruel silent fate.

--Sarah Lewis