I must say, that was also a favourite of mine on the first read, and one that has stuck with me. The emotion in the imagery of battling against the raging tides of life, alone, with each encounter wearing you down, sapping the strength to go on. It is gut-wretching and beautiful.

Reading it again today, the lines "A desp'rate voice is calling growing fainter with the time /
And though I cannot hear it, I know that voice is mine." Really stand out. The idea of something deep inside you calling out, so tired and faint, you can't hear it anymore. But you know it's there, desperately reaching out, wondering, if you can't hear it anymore, how on earth will anyone else.

As much as I love steemit, I feel the lifespan of poetry here can be too short to reach it's full potential, many are read but never returned to. Then I think back to how I used to re-read the same poems over and over, coming back to them after years away, and often finding a new beauty in lines previously overlooked, surpassed by even more striking lines. Anyway, glad I came back and read this again today, I appreciate it even more :)