The Dry Sea

To every wanderer there was once a home ,
Igniting the unknown ,
Sipping out and pushing in
Love or something like love.

There was once a sea of thoughts
Sailing souls on conquest of pride
Calling name in twos and then in ones
Keeping us warm on days of cold.

Our sea Has gone dry.
For it was fed with all that was false.
I first lost my temper and the next lost forgiveness .
Nothing sails no more.
No names are called anymore .
We have reached a point of no return.

Miidong.