Castaway

June 18, 2013
He was a small lad,
chapped and cracked
dry by Life’s
desire to leave
a heap of
rotting meat for him to reap.

Waves crashed as
he swelled up with the salty sea
immersed immersed
deep
by the horizon that only he could see.

He was a dreamer
that wished to redeem her
from the marine: Ms. Hope.
Ms. Hope, his shabby boat.





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