I Don't Remember Writing This...

But normally when I save a poem that I like to my computer, I include the poet's name and the title of the poem. This had neither, and the concept is familiar to me - I remember brainstorming about something like this. Still, I don't remember writing it. Not in the slightest.

Laugh if you like.

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Look; I am broken down to despair.

For my love, my love, with face so fair,

Whose promise I had kept so close to my heart,

Remembering how she'd said we'd ne'er be apart,

Who promised she'd save me from this cruel fate,

Left without a word through the water's gate.

I could not follow; I am in chains.

I am bound to the ocean that gives me great pain.

I gave my word that the waters would stay

As I directed, so they would obey.

In exchange for my love who betrayed me down here,

I am the ocean shepherd for thousands of years.

I've spent so long in eternal despair,

For my love, my love, considered so fair,

With eyes of blue like the water's deep,

Hair so dark it could put you to sleep,

Her smile like that of the angels above,

And now I have lost her, my poor lonely love.

She waited for years for me to come back,

Eternally weathering the water's attack,

For though I thought I had the rule,

The waters took over; I was such a fool!

I am now chained to the depths of the sea,

Left to serve them eternally.

At first I thought that she would return,

But years have gone by and since then I have learned,

My love was ill placed; I now serve the sea

For there's nothing up there that's better for me.

The water sprites mock me for the love that I lost

And the promise I made that brought such a great cost.

My soul is the sea; my mind is my own.

I'd sooner see all the earth wallow and drown.

There! The water is flooding the land.

They soon will all learn of this poor lonely man

Who was left to himself in the depths of the sea,

And who has finally given in to insanity.

Wait! There she is!...Her eyes are so cheerless

They are dead and grey when once they were fearless.

I killed her; I killed her! And what's in her hand?

The key that would open my miserable bands.

She was coming back for me; Now she is gone

And I am condemned to live all alone.