Sea

Ocean forgive me! It's just a dry spell.
Heaven forget me, I'm off to hell
and high-water too, up to my neck
I must have missed the life boat after the wreck.
Hurricane forgive me for standing still!
Determination ignore me, I have no will.
The power's out and my battery is dry
but the spell's wearing out and I feel awry.

Harbinger of desolate space! The tormentor of dilapidation!
So succumbed to a sarcophagus of scarce safety.
Doomed to an arid wasteland so far off the grid.
With futures like these, who are you trying to kid?