I Just Don't Know
B. Rabbit
06 Aug, 2015 05:05 AMI drop anchors To keep me from being Swept out into The Lonely Sea But all my chains break And the tide pulls my craft The storm clouds roll in Lightning cracks All these things That held me in place Gone. Now I drift In this lonesome space I can see where the Sun shines I can watch others sail free But I alone am stuck here In a whirlpool of misery. My emotions spiral My tears overflow I'm overwhelmed by the tides But I can't let it show I struggle to keep my craft from going down But maybe it wouldn't be so bad to drown... My grip on the wheel Loosens...then fails I let the sea take me Swallow my masts and sails Down with my vessel Sinking below Into the depths Of my grave I go...
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Post a Comment23 Aug, 2015 03:42 AM
Wow! That was an interesting read. The contrast of being anchored to ground yourself from being sucked into the flux of water is portrayed quite well. Being able to still see the light and the life of everyone around you, yet feeling distinct, not apart of, casted aside from life makes me reminisce on the moments when I was stuck wandering my own melancholy as everything on the outside continued to flow without me. This poem is truly beautiful in essence and in form. I love it!
Sincerely, Johnny H.