when you are adrift.
no rudder, no oar, no
motor or sail
to take you to the other side
where the fog
shelters
anything that might exist.
so you drift,
and drift and drift.
sometimes you yell out
into the grey darkness,
is anyone there?
anyone of like mind.
anyone kind?
is there anyone's hand
who can pull
me free from
this abyss.
1 comment:
I like that. Sad, but cool.
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