The Good Fight

I am a vessel, pushed around, on this vast ocean. No oars to guide me, no sails to direct me, helping me along in my travels. Just the harsh ocean. Always pushing, where it wants to send me. Always the crashing waves, battering me, jolting me , with its cold unforgiving, shards of mist. Some have asked, "Why not try?" " Give a good fight" "Retaliate against this fierce ocean" I cannot. I lost all hope, all fight, long ago it was subdued Now, I just survive, an existence dictated, by a cruel and unyielding force.