Lost on a rickety float
amidst a sea
of friends and strangers alike,
battered constant,
time loses meaning.
All that exists -
the crashing of waves.

On we float and bob
and sink
and consider ourselves lucky
just for not having drowned
in the crashing of waves.

We are stuck
treading alone,
having no one - yet everyone
to hold onto through

The crashing of waves

has corroded my mind filling
the crooks and crevices
of a once pure life -
So I drown, finally
under the crashing of waves.