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…