it's a sad tale of
deep water
small boats
big waves
surrounded by liquid
dieing of thirst
of how the dull sky
and the water line are one
how the darkness never fades away
the bio in water
the stars above
they offer no solace
your death is all thats real
the creak of the gunwale
under the strain of
four hundred feet of rope
pulled taught
by the anchor
all for not
in a trance
not a chance
to make a stance
you an the boat
in the struggle
of a dance
the same line stuck in your head
"if the ocean were liqueur
an i a duck
dive to the bottom
an never come up"
of the big waves
the inky black
when i read of the kids that get lost at sea, it brings back the memory of what happened when our boat capsized 6 miles out.
how we just drifted, it was so dark, you really have to be there to know darkness without being in a cave. but darkness without touching anything.
being hit with wave after wave, never knowing when they are coming, its an emptiness that never leaves you.