Castaway Rafter

Back to writing my way out of this life...
Or am I to write this life right out of me...
I traverse these raging seas on my homebuilt raft... as I self cast into the waters of night... hoping I'm water tight... submersed... the quenching thirst keeps me at the pond of our salvation... a wind to my back navigation... god... maybe if I just knew what I wanted I could tear after it and through it... just fucking do it already... A steady wade into this raging flood... my boots wear clean the mud that's been weighing me down... but I drown in its current... a rusted chain dragged through my calloused hands... a sun beaten strangled man that can't find that piece of land... I got a lot on my mind... I just gotta be able to say it and convey it... find a beautiful way to display it... washed around in the canyon of human debris... you cant see me... a forgotten castaway bobbing like a float... whose line has broken away from its reel...  now just a weighted rope and anchor... a rusty steel hook that drags the murky floor... this babbling brook that carrie's that lonely piece of driftwood glancing off the shoulders and shorelines of life's rivers... Liquid slivers that slice through our body of home that set the tone for a physical world full of never ending disappointment...  An open sore ointment applied 5 times a day... theres no fucking way to heal this wound of living in an unforgiving world that takes and takes and takes... it really makes one wonder... how often have you pondered our mortality... it's a reality you know... what do you think happens to us when we die... maybe we're already here... dead from another life we've already lived... and now we're back just to give what's left into this one... another boat to float... it can't just be over and done...or maybe you've finally won... your gonna need a life vest son... the prize is nothing... because that's all that's left... all the somethings are already here...  disappearing into the fulfilling waters of life... do you feel recognized and rewarded for your hardships... the flagship of all your efforts carrying everything you've ever done washed out to sea... only to survive again... even less seaworthy than before... keep that boat from the ocean floor... a deep six crawl along the bottom... your a special ops diver... Or a survivor of waves that have torn through your wheelhouse... as you plot an unknown course guided by the shining stars afloat in their own sky of fears... fishing and jigging year after year... chapter after chapter... the castaway rafter... riding the surf of this nautical disaster...


                                                        ELÝ