Any ideas for a title to this poem?
TERATONCHRIS
September 23rd
.
So much space in what's unsaid.
Pour my heart into letter, hoping that it might get read.
So much hope but it feels like dread
I wait all night, alone in bed.
Simple minds might feel ignored, might get even, keeping score....
But all I feel are tidal waves
Inside my skull, against my brain.
A violent current, sinking ships
All hope is lost, this storm won't wane.
And on that night
The crew was brave, but all it took was one rogue wave.
Beaten badly, the hull was battered
Having hope no longer mattered.
There SOS, lost in the weather
Much like the hope....
Put in my letter.
I needed help, so I shot my flare.
No help came, no one was there.
In the end we all were lost.
When you sail on hope.... You pay the cost.