The Seas

The high ceilings of my house
Fall and cave in on me.
It feels as though the skies have
Graced me with their fall,
While the grounds have
Cursed me with their absence.
I find myself,
Abandoned in the middle of the sea;
With a bare plank that holds me.
If I were to slip into the seas
I am to drown for I fail at swimming.
I find myself alone.
Wondering if the house I once had was an illusion,
Or if my time at the seas is the illusion.
I fail to recognize and
At my fault, I remain in the illusion.