Acrostic: Nothing To Show

Every bit of my existence is like a

Xebec upon a tumultuous ocean.

Perhaps it waits for a ray of sunshine,

Rising from behind the clouds blacken.

Ever since I lost thee to the angry tides,

Sorrow, fury, misery is the only emotion.

Several aeons passed but not my pain,

Incremental seems to be my burden.

Outlook and thoughts so utterly grim,

Nothing to show as per expression.