I am an old, wooden paddleboat
Drifting across a still ocean of black,
At the slightest sign of wave
I could crack.
The inky sea surrounds me
Infinitely vast,
Alone I glide, below a moonless sky.
Dark clouds loom overhead, moving fast
I feel a ripple at my side,
In a lightning flash, I see the approaching tide.
The stillness never lasts,
I prepare for the crash.
First, a drop of rain
Falls from the sky,
Others follow, like tears
The clouds begin to cry.
Raindrops sting my splintered skin
In beads of blistering pain,
Following a rumble of thunder
I spy my foulest of fears,
Here comes the hurricane.
My oars are useless
As the storm advances,
I resist drowning
But the waves grow stronger
Lowering my chances.
Suddenly I am underwater
Fighting gravity,
Everything is a blur
As the ocean swallows me.
I break apart beneath the surface
For the thousandth time,
Submerged in the devastation
I wonder if being fragile is a crime.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
I am an old, wooden paddleboat
Drifting across a still ocean of black,
At the slightest sign of wave
I could crack.
The inky sea surrounds me
Infinitely vast,
Alone I glide, below a moonless sky.
Dark clouds loom overhead, moving fast
I feel a ripple at my side,
In a lightning flash, I see the approaching tide.
The stillness never lasts,
I prepare for the crash.
First, a drop of rain
Falls from the sky,
Others follow, like tears
The clouds begin to cry.
Raindrops sting my splintered skin
In beads of blistering pain,
Following a rumble of thunder
I spy my foulest of fears,
Here comes the hurricane.
My oars are useless
As the storm advances,
I resist drowning
But the waves grow stronger
Lowering my chances.
Suddenly I am underwater
Fighting gravity,
Everything is a blur
As the ocean swallows me.
I break apart beneath the surface
For the thousandth time,
Submerged in the devastation
I wonder if being fragile is a crime.
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