The Watcher in the Night

I am at the mercy
of my own rage -
the watcher in the night,
hemmed in
without bounds
by this sea
to a foredoomed
amid the bedrock currents.
Failure becomes
my very existence
I am the lookout -
the mirror held aloft,
I am the guardian
of the watchtower,
protector to sailors
who dare brave
below the black
who dare sink
to human height.