Fishing For Serenity

Riddled with fear, a trickle of panic. Waiting for a ray of sunshine to drift down this Murky bloodstream and eddy into a Pool of serenity. Patiently fishing, longing for just a nibble. Perhaps a change of bait is necessary. Used to catch keepers to hang on the wall. Or eat for dinner when hungry. Angling for hours: Hoping, Praying… Nothing. Reel in the line. Row towards shore, whistling through the fog. The “Sirens” start to scream through the gallows. Empty stomach. Craving mind Succumbing to the screaming - “Man overboard!” Swimming towards the drink, no life boat in sight… Drowning.