Sometimes I just want to shout man overboard
I wonder if they notice me drowning in my sea of despair
The waves washing over me eroding my will to rise above the tide
of hopelessness.
Sometimes I just want to shout man overboard
It as if I have been listing too long
I can’t hold on anymore and I am driftwood at sea
Destined to become seaweed and seashells for beachcombers in the longshore drift.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
It was a man overboard kind of week. This is for Napowrimo18. Day 27. Fragile.
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