Seapiece

There will be nothing left here but the sea,
When it is done showing off its power.
I have done my deeds. I have made my plea.
Post time. Now my fate is the flower
Trembling before a thunderstorm. I cry
And despair to drown in tears. When the lace
Of my remains releases jealousy,
I will rest, having found at last my place
Beneath everything. Who I am is not
What I carried. I tried to stay afloat
By holding my breath. I have tried to blot
Fear out, and so I failed to board the boat
Of wisdom inside weather. I'll find hell
Before it finds me. I'll follow its smell.