Seeking the End

[Brian mclaughlin]

Adrift for days
which had turned into weeks
The current had vanished
and the winds
they had been taken from his sails
It was as if he was being held prisoner by the sea

Baked by a mercilous sun during the day
and feeling frozen at night
his hope had joined the currents and the wind
Another day of the same would only bring more pain

Yet the days continued to come
Each one bringing more of the tortuous rays of the sun

His eyes had been dried
unable to produce the badly needed tears
to relieve them

His skin damaged
The sea water which had helped to cool him
no longer brought relief
instead the salt produced prolonged burning

The eagerness of those first days to survive was gone
In his heart he knew that only death would bring an end
to the suffering

[leafsailors ghost]

To submerge your self into the position ,then return to ones day after reading the poem produces a default setting of thankful, your poetry is to be felt as much as read , the reading is only part of it the reader must put forth The effort to feel it. I am thirsty sir