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Mar 2012
Capsized then washed ashore
Overwhelmed and soaked through
Disconnected, all is past.
Time crawls by,
Sand falling in an hourglass.

The world’s not too big
I’ve always been too small,
Downtrodden by what falls.

No room on the island
Waves fade in and out.
No monsters to scare
You.
Just thoughts in the dark.

What happened to my
Brothers?
What happened to my
Lovers?

The hardest questions to
Cope with
Resound heaviest
In my mind.

Nature sustains me physically,
Mentally I am starved.
Language didn’t survive
The storm that made me capsize.

Thoughts fly by
Tangible as the birds.
Words echo from my mouth
But the sounds are only waves.

Is this where I belong?
And does it matter
If this is
Where I am.




Where am I?
Nowhere anyone knows.
Relatively,
Nowhere at all

My ship was sailing
And the skies shown bright blue.
My ship was sinking
And my eyes couldn’t think it through.

It was never a boat,
Never claimed by the sea.
I woke up and my plane just landed.
So why do I always feel so stranded?
Ben Ryan
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