My Strength will Fade

Through the waters,
I wave.
Grasping the
passing driftwood
arms outreached,
to counter the darkness.
Its emptiness constricting
claiming souls
left, lifeless
rigid as the pebbles beneath me

I am not afraid to cry
the tears remind me that I am still a Man.
That even now, I feel
memories cannot be drowned
be it in the Ocean
the lake
the river
or a 1 room motel with enough grog
to kill me twelve times over.

I bleed upon the stone,
becoming drenched,
they siphon through me
My vision fading
and my strength, waning.
Lost.
Alone.
I choose my fate
that is,
refusing to perish.

I submit to the Gods
the Gods of injustice
that have plagued me for too long.

Cast forward,
I am thrown onto a Beach
tasting the sand,
even this lacks the grit
that howling winds around me enforce.
Wandering aimlessly
I haven't the need to be here
I haven't the strength.

But what I have in my heart will be enough,
for how long, I still don't know.