Adrift
Cast adrift by mutinous thoughts,
he is treated like jetsam.
He is flotsam, forgotten in the wake.
Thrown away; a claim without a stake.
A sea of darkness;
a briny torture chamber,
crashing at his shattered mind,
as salt fills his mouth,
from eyes above,
from turbulent flow
below.
No life jacket here,
no buoy to cling to,
he floats by the grace,
of the air in lungs,
set to screaming.
Yvonne Brunton
Sat 5th May 2012 19:35
great feeling of the impotence of man in the face of the machinations of fate. Love the last 3 lines. Sent a shiver up my spine. XX