I am a soilder lost at sea.

Sea sick, trapped, unable to leave.

I am forced into a life full of

uncertainty.

Worring about the world, whether we

have a tomorrow or not,

in what conditions we awake to.

I'm a wreck, mentatlly and

emotionally.

My boat has sunk and shattered.

People ceaselessly, senselessly, and

endlessly scavenge for the fallen

soldiers

Only to be crossed with tossed, lost

souls.

In exhaust

The frost glossed lips of distraught

family, weaver.

They scream and sob.

They grieve for those lost at sea.

But the raging waters had no mercy.

If only, if only

But nothing can change the truth.

For one has to let the truth set you

free from uncertainties and false

realities.

© Shadow_4610