Swept beneath the undertow
The waters churn limiting
Breath, movement, sight: paralysis.
Be wept the loss of loss,
From the shores of the Black sea,
He did spot the Wandering Rocks,
Not ready for that obstacle.
But, to the west, another.
Scylla keeps a watchful eye atop
Of the pools of unforgiving Charybdis.
Lost all ophe seem- turn course,
Odysseus sails through Charybdis.
Meaning thrown to the side
All lost in a mix of loss and
Despair, pulling under
The swells of the tow under
Beneath swept limiting not
Struggles. Grieve. Falling. Drowning.
Escape seems none to be
Waters lost in the pool whirling
Whirling around no with hope all gone
Swell swirling whirled Scylla atop Charybdis
All lost order
Unforgiving life and all seems less hope
Swept be wept under and
When seeming seems lost,
When dragged down
Under the deepest of waters,
When tossed and tossed shipwrecked
And lost in the swirling and whirling of Charybdis
and when all lost seems to be swept under
Still always is there