the run away sailor

out in the middle of the Atlantic a barn waste land of no life. quite and peaceful a good place to hide. sit in your boat and follow the way of the tide. leave it all behind back on land, leave it there and it all stops at the sand. but you know. it sits in your heart and cries no matter where you go. the further you separate from them the more its roars. you can try and hide the screams of your soul out past the shores. what do you hope to find? you are sailing your boat out on the sea but where is your mind. at night you stare at the stars in the sky, it brings you back to looking in her eyes. in the middle of the sea alone where no one can hear your cries. still followed by the burden of what you lost. what sea is next to be crossed?