A Siren for the Modern Times
Armand J. Azamar
Hearing her song again
Appears near hopeless.
After the shipwreck,
Her voice, I still struggle to defend.
My hospital bed
A depression I discovered for myself.
The longing only spreads; wider and deeper.
A deep ocean, dark and damp.
I return to the seashore,
Shades of confusion in the sky.
Hearing my love again,
Appeared near to hopeless.
Her fingers pull down my soul,
The ocean rests above me.
