The ocean breeze calls me closer every day.
I try to tell it,
"Wait, I don't understand."
But when have sea shells ever stopped their humming in your ear?
According to the angle of the sun,
my smoke signals should have reached the land by now.
But I fear my luck has just run out,
and til the end of days
the sand will be my most precious gold.
My ship will come most faithfully in just 3 days,
with white sails and ginger ales.
But until then, I'm swirling in a sea
and the single creature I can spy
will not tell me what it thinks of my interesting predicament,
it would rather eat me instead and spit out my bones
to the never ending
sea.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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2 comments:
You are a really talented writer.
I hope your life will get better.
Thanks so much! It got a lot worse and then a lot better, so thanks for the well wishes :)
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