The Struggle
Why did I get in the damn boat?
Now I’m in the middle of nowhere
Struggling to stay afloat.
Waves wash over me, and I gasp for air.
I see glimpses of the dark ominous sky
Bursting with lightning and thunder.
No matter how hard I struggle, or try
I keep getting pulled under.
Why did I get in the damn boat?
Wish I never took that path.
Poisonous water washes down my throat.
I splutter and choke, as I face the oceans wrath.
I feel myself getting weak.
Help me somebody, I desperately plead.
I see no hope, my outlook seems bleak.
You are a failure, life has decreed.
Why did I get in the damn boat?
Chances of being saved now, too remote.
If I could turn back time, undo this road I made.
This far I would not have strayed.
Waves hammer at me, I get thrown about.
Why am I struggling, I should bow out.
My life is a play thing now, I have no control.
I should let the ocean take me, into the abyss.
I relax and go under, a place so serene.
Let myself go willingly, into the great unseen.
My mind reminisces of those that I will miss.
And who will miss me in return.
I can’t do this to them, I have to persist.
The once dead eyes, for life, again they burn.
I swim out of the depths, and reassess my plight.
I look around, my boat being carried away
Directly opposite, I see a faint distant light.
I reject the boat finally, I head towards the glow
Rescue myself, this time maybe I just might
I swim, clash and rage against the flow…
Copyright © Amar Qamar | Year Posted 2017
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