Wanderer in a Sea of Fog (Pier-14)

I inherit the gloom

Washed away are my memories

A ghost staring at the waves

Negating the existence of everything.

I left her in the sand

Then turned my back on pier

Forgotten under shells, erasing all the years.

I chased her down with rum

Then set my eyes to sleep

The ebb and flow to where my memories shoal

Castaway the deeds that hath brought wrought on me.

Though, I unlock my door: 

Greeting empty walls white and plain,

If painted pictures hung from thought

These walls here would still be stained