Adrift
Stranded in the dead hush of still waters
The laughing Otter swims by
With that mischievous twinkle in his eye
Saying "this is how you do it mate."
Paddle or wait to die.
Treading water for uncountable hours
Muscles slowly failing
Brain functioning sours
But in the midst of deaths lingering kiss
Memories circulate through final brainwaves
Of loved ones dearly missed
It brings a new surge of glimmering hope
A determination to cope
To truly believe
Death cant win over me
Nor the burning blue sea
The brilliant smiling moon
On the horizon of doom
Gives way to mornings purple haze
And thinking help will be here soon
I see a towering mast rising
looming large on painted horizon
Making straight My position
Moments before my body makes its final transition
I breathe a long relieving sigh
As i see my rescuers through tear soaked eyes
I drift off to dream another day alive.
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