Wind bellows, gusts choke, ocean's gushing spray a ghost; fog in throat a storm's smokey omen then supernovae explosions of morose emotions.
Juxtaposed, atop, afloat, a lone lifeboat rowing, going coast to coast; rain soaks, thrown to and fro.
Cold, piercing, potent- rosy nose, hands exposed, fingers frozen, spirit comatose, bloodied knuckles bursting bones; both broken open and all so hopeless, struggling just to keep oars, boards oaken, devoted to a stroking motion.
In search of a post, a place to tie a rope but I'm a skipping stone about to slip below.