Life of a Sailor.

Another night.
Another wave crashing against the metal.
Another cigarette.
Another spark.

Another sleepless night,
Another wasted moment.

Another breath escapes me.
Another beam of moonlight embraces me.
Another soul lives, because of me.

Another breath restores me.

Ungrateful.
Liar. Cheater.
Eyes sewn shut.
Scum of the Earth.

Water.
Filled with shit.
Filled with emptiness
Flowing forever around me.
Trapping me.
Dirty shit water.

To kill the hope inside of me.
To smother that spark,
to drown that breath,
To wipe out the moonlight.

But I won't sink.
Here, I float.
Free, and alone.
I float.

For those I love,
For those to love,
For those worthy few,
I'll float.
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I wrote this while deployed in the Arabian Gulf after a girlfriend and I broke up. I decided to submit it online, because I always see writers try and imitate their perception of a  Sailors feelings, and observations. But the majority, I'm sure, have no real life understanding of what it means to truly suffer, the way we suffer, for such an extended period of time.