The Fisherman

Im breathless. The rising moon is closing in on me. All I want just out of reach. Everything I love fading into yellow glow. My life slips into the rippled distance, as I row row row my boat row with all my might anything that I could say will surely start a fight and so I row row row my boat hope to reach the shore the current strong as I row on and fight the pain some more. I'm breathless. I hear him closing in on me. All I want just out of reach. Everything I love fading into yellow glow. My cries slip into the distance, still I row row row my boat against the river flow I've been caught by the fishing hook my raft is sure to blow but I must row row row this boat away far as I can the me that I'm supposed to be feels trapped beside this man. I'm breathless. Hypnotized by the moons light. Afraid to fight. He reels me in.