For far too long have I been bereft,
a lonely thing, dragged and left,
taken down to quench my thirst,
to bitter shoals to do their worst.
No sails upon this mast of mine
to catch the winds of better times,
to slice the waves and undertow,
one more soul, one vast ocean.
But things it seems are looking up,
the current here bends to my luck,
it guides me to the surface there,
and to her arms, a mermaid fair.
Perhaps it’s all a distant fancy,
a reverie, a wholesome fantasy.
Just illusions in my head?
Perhaps this drowning man is dead.
I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at most online book sellers.