Drifting Away

Drifting Away All alone one might think they stand in muddy water unclear Now feeling like a drowned rat in time and not utter a peep, Where all at once there might have been a wooden pier Like a wooden driver pilings driven in still waters so deep. Crustily, dusty and maybe even barnacled big and beside Against a ravaging, descending shoreline as if it were cascading, As though in silent trembling tenors when at once it was denied, Then came in full force as if it was intended to be tending. In courageous flow and dubious angles as in endless angles tilted Against thundering tumultuous wind and wave at raging hand Like the all elusive lost lonely lovers of long and been jilted For all would think that they were stuck in between sea and land. Written:25/04/2016