sail on a
lonesome raft,
beneath the rays of sunshine,
survival is but a forgotten
craft,
the sea surrounds and confines.
Wind stirs, whipping in a twirl,
last thread of hope is all but
torn,
knowing your life is in such
peril,
yet thinking of clothes so worn.
Night turns the sky pitch black,
securities have all been
shattered,
searching for the courage you
lack,
one?fs mind is completely
tattered.
Constant wind continues to blow,
in the cold, shaking in utter
fear,
on the open sea the raft does
flow,
searching afar, for land that is
near.
In misery comes the pouring
rain,
chill to the bone, you begin to
ache,
to survive, we must endure the
pain,
the alternative is to fall and
break.