There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Romeo, III.iii

for Godot

Here I am, alone, sitting on a beach
With a view of the sea spread out across
The sky, an infinite sadness and loss
In melancholic blues beyond my reach.
I am sinking further and further down
Into the depths of the void, the sad sea
Unforgiving and cruel as it takes me
Into the vortex; no wave as I drown.
Here I am, alone, waiting on a beach
For faceless time to cease the ageless gong,
For answers to questions beyond my reach.
I wait, and wait, but sad hours seem long.
And on the cliff edge, people come and go,
Watching the waves from the rocky plateau.