sick sea sonnet form

familiar was the journey at the start
familiar was the destination
familiar filled and felt my joyous heart
I, awaiting the tide's gestation
but you, familiar lighthouse, I'm to lose
curse your unfaithful, smiling beam of light
this smell of earth, unburden from my nose
adrift i'll set forth for my chosen plight
familiar upsets my rash soul, my sea
and fills my sails to steer t'wards the abyss
that's where familiar ends, it's where i'll be
my home. i'll cast my seeking anchor thus
familiar's now my foggy freezing sea
familiar can now you no longer be

written  by me

Michael Rausa