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.
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