Sink.

I immersed myself in in a hope and a prayer,
Waiting for something, I thought I saw there.
I stood on the soapbox, called out to the sky,
A response late in coming, with no reason why.

A scan of the horizon for words written on air,
I cast about for characters, but found nothing there.
I waited and waded, the surf to my heart,
No sign of the finish, bypassed at the start.

I fight through the tide, but it's started turning,
My heart in my throat and my chest is now burning,
I scan the horizon and finally see,
My future descended, reclaimed by the sea.