Adrift. Solitary i sail. Away from what failed. On and on.
Ahead. Into the abyss. Behind are days i miss. Uneasy.
Ages. A while since sublime. But a whale of a good time. Hunting.
Drowning. In grounders of grog. To cut through the fog. Aiding.
Slimy. Under starry skies. Waves of temporary highs. Fishing.
Free. Didn’t put up a fight. But just for one night. Thrown back.
Looking. But not for keeps. And the sea, she weeps. Nightly.
Floating. Been adrift so long. Amidst a colorful throng . All alone.
Avast. Anchors to weigh? And start a new day? Am i ready?
Unsure. Don’t know how i feel. Lost without a needle. Directionless.
Drifting. Now to sail on. Best things have gone. Once again.
Hopeless. Forget the SOS. This one’s a mess. Forlorn.
Repeat. Yet another night. And no land in sight. Adrift.
Ryan J. Nelson ©2009
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