Richard Schnap- A Poem

LOST AT SEA

I lay upon my bed
A boat on a splintered ocean

Beneath the plaster sky
Lit by a 40 watt moon

As I hear the ghosts of sailors
Call from their watery graves

While the voice of an angry wind
Rises like an unseen beast

And soon I feel the tempest
Of a dark disturbing dream

Dragging me to a place
Unmarked on any map

Where the stars above are strangers
That cannot guide me home

That only lead me further
Toward a shore without a name