Alone on the Waves

The world is a strange place
Filled with wonders and sins
Haunted by dreams and plagued with curses.

It's a stormy sea where no one wins
Where poets write sad verses
Watching the fools trying to swim.

I am a spectator
Of a world losing control
Lost in its storm-like fervor
Gazing helplessly at those losing their souls.

If the could only see my raft
A garden of Eden with fruit of poem
I call but think they are daft
For I see sharks lurking below 'em.

They sink into a watery grave,
And I am alone on the waves.

Note: This was submitted and published in a magazine awhile ago so technically, they have full legal rights over this piece of... whatever you want to call it. But I really don't care. I am the author so I suppose I could be an ass and demand that its my right to publish this wherever, but things made by artists belong to humanity, not a single person or group.