Maybe I've been out here
For close to half a year;
Or more
Adrift
Floating
If you lay on your back
(Like I have done)
You'd see that the waves
Have a pattern -
Not
Just up-and-down.
I haven't done it in a while but,
Sometimes I muster up the courage
To look into the water.
It's crystal clear usually
(My reflection is odd but endearing.)
Other times
The giant shadowy blackness
Saunters deep down in the clarity.
Out of the blue
Sometimes, I'll watch a tail fin
Circle my lifeboat.
Entranced by it's wake
I watch the sea-demon of the deep
Until it leaves.
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
Maybe I've been out here
For close to half a year;
Or more
Adrift
Floating
If you lay on your back
(Like I have done)
You'd see that the waves
Have a pattern -
Not
Just up-and-down.
I haven't done it in a while but,
Sometimes I muster up the courage
To look into the water.
It's crystal clear usually
(My reflection is odd but endearing.)
Other times
The giant shadowy blackness
Saunters deep down in the clarity.
Out of the blue
Sometimes, I'll watch a tail fin
Circle my lifeboat.
Entranced by it's wake
I watch the sea-demon of the deep
Until it leaves.
It's a poem about schizophrenia.
