Man Overboard
The first thing I notice is water
It makes sense, since it's everywhere
The expanse of deep blue,
Pushing and pulling, and pushing, and pulling
I hate it
Behind me is my wooden savior
Or was it the death of me?
It creaks and rattles as the waves crash against it
It's more of a rock than myself
I simply float, going whichever direction the sea may desire
I hate it
On deck of the ship I hear their screams
"Keep your chin up!" they cry "Hold on!"
I wonder if they were in the sea
If they would tell me something different
Or perhaps throw me something to help me float
I hate them
That water as already claimed me as its own
It continues to drag me away from the wooden island
Until it becomes nothing more than a small, yellow light in the distance
Smaller than the silver moon above my head, casting its cool blanket over me
I still hear their cries in the wind, now no more than a whisper or a memory
I miss them
I watch as my savior begins to fade
The light has flickered out
As tears begin to fall from my eyes they become a part of the sea
Water mixes with water, and my fate is sealed with a kiss
In a last shred of hope I stare into the dark, hoping to see a light
I need them
My muscles now ache, and I can't go on
I can't keep fighting its grasp
My head dips below the surface, but I struggle to stay in control
I stare at the moon above me
"Please save me," I cry, "please help me"
It tells me it's warmer beneath the waves; my arms will feel better down there
I hear it
I fall into the water's desperate arms, and allow it to carry me down
It tells me it's better this way than before, it says "You'll be happy this way"
Beneath the waves I can see what it means
The fish are looking at me
As a lowly human as come to join them in their dance beneath the sea
I like it