Turbulent Waters

Fools rush in, where angels even fear to tread..across the dark waters,
we'll not yearn, for violence leads to dread.
When once calmed waters, chaoticly now, cast their own violent shadows,
left drift a float, a boat, without persons to sail nor paddle.

A ship, wrecked at sea, no island to claim as home,  so many parrished,
in deep seas that night, so (many) who did die (alone).
World winds now fiercely unfold, have become too turbulent in its own self control,

no rest to be scaved, even for the ancient dead.

Though i have become, what society without care and prior knowledge,
has (prematurely) brand me, and on this prominent night.
My day as optomis and without doubt, would surely come and nothing,
would be gained or demand to be given, without a fierce fight.

Songs of the lost souls, through this nights intrusive collection, now forever left,
to pierce without warrent, the silence of the nights soiled air.
A voyage of a once predicted unsankable voyeur, now subjective to the darkest,

of all natures furies to be served on a platter, with need of no fare.
 

What is hidden, within the minds third eye, when horror takes an unannounced 

and unwelcomed seat, at a table for two then leaves, praising its battle cry.
When invading, violent wet waters, many fantoms deep, took no prisoners,

under the darkest of a long and lonely nights sky.....Jim
 

About poem: The sinking of an ocean liner, once said to be vertuely unsinkable and the many lives horribly lost,  to the depths of a turbulent and spontaneously  unrelenting sea bottom. With no one occupant, spared to tell its intrusive story...