Driftwood
Times result
Lately I feel like I have swum too far out to sea, in the stillness of the moonless night.
In the back of my mind I know there is little chance of making it safely back.
My exhaustion in floating and paddling, I hear those in need calling my name.
With little observation of my pending demise, for fear has consumed them.
Once the rock all found rescue on, I’ve become driftwood, slave to the waves.
I know at daybreak the current will attempt once more to take me.
Alone in the darkness, I know solitude intimately.
Truth has few friends, even in whisper.
I wonder which will be missed, the man or what he has done in favor.
For few have known what lies behind the face asked for assistance.
Or beneath the shoulder they have wept on, they’re tether in the waters risk.
Even my name shall erode in water bath with times assist.
Features fading, I smooth in waters assault, little by little.
A routine well rehearsed in company of the oceans playground.
Alone in the darkness, I ponder my fate.
Will waves reflection, recognize me, beneath the days dawn.
I pray the oceans breeze to return my spirit home.
