Yes

I thought I heard a voice

Familiar in sound

Asking for a choice

Muffled words drowned

Dehydrated, my thoughts

Cloudy now tongue dry

Hands flailing poor fought

Losing this I try

Opportunity lost cannot be restored

Unsalvageable wreck will never float to shore

No more I said, no more

The sea water does not replenish

It only takes

Relentless, emotional blue menace

This sinking feeling leaves me defenseless

Shoreline grows further away

Over the horizon the sun fades

Even it becomes its prey

The ocean takes; no trades

No prisoners and no day

Night comes the stars play

Dancing on the dead

No.

I should have said