the lone survivor is on
his raft at sea
creaking and swaying
in a tide that can't decide
calmness or turbulence
the sun is out yet
the clouds are endless
together in their gray
unison like a blanket
of dust
his eyes greet the waters naught
but opaque and black
were it not for the navy streams
from the poor muddled light
overhead
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
the lone survivor is on
his raft at sea
creaking and swaying
in a tide that can't decide
calmness or turbulence
the sun is out yet
the clouds are endless
together in their gray
unison like a blanket
of dust
his eyes greet the waters naught
but opaque and black
were it not for the navy streams
from the poor muddled light
overhead
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