Seas of Gray

Salt of the sea scorches my throat,
Long ago having been tossed from the boat.

The pressure makes my eardrums want to burst,
But 'twas my eyesight is gonna go first.

I just might drown beneath this sea of gray,
Water fills my lungs each day.

The more I swim, the more I tire,
And I begin to hear an angelic choir.

Arms of God spread out each way,
But no, not now, Lord not today.

My head rises out from under the ocean,
I float on the waves without any motion.

I search the horizon for sign of a craft,
Alas, I see neither fore nor aft.

I float on the sea, fending off death,
But I could not shake the thoughts of my Beth.

I love her, I loved her with all of my heart,
But she pushed me away, like a leper's street cart.

So I hopped aboard a trawler, hunting for fish,
But now a dry bed is my only wish.

Just as I begin to give up all hope,
I spy a ship, named "Antelope"

I wave and I holler as loud as I can,
And she cuts through the water, like butter across pan.

The haul me aboard and thank god I'm alive,
The waves didn't want to let me survive.

But I made it out, all in one piece,
And through all of that, my trousers stayed creased!

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

A lot going on here, Will - at first, a feeling of despair, then a tentative hope... an element of Poe-like romance:
I float on the sea, fending off death,
But I could not shake the thoughts of my Beth.

The ending is witty, though I don't know if it feels right in this piece. Flow and rhyme very good, and great visual images!

[Will]

I was kind of scatterbrained as I wrote this, which is why there's a witty ending to an otherwise serious piece. I honestly just let it fly, here, so I might edit the end in the near future. Thanks for reading and reviewing, Rita.