Castaway

 I take a dive into the ocean of hope - plunging deep into it’s unknown, seeking. My strength can’t hold up as it used to, I surface weakened.

I vent my disappointment  at the sky , shouting, till my throat runs dry

As the sunsets on the island , I strive to find sustenance for my soul and shelter for my despairing heart.

I lay back by the crackling fire - comfortable for the time being, working my mind on an escape �" I’m tired of being a slave

Reviews

[Bowers]

wow, such emotion, such feeling portrayed here in this incredible write, I loved every heartfelt, and sad moment. I truly love how you've written this piece, I love the idea that this is a slave, crying out toward the sky (to God?) in despair... great write!

[Beatingink]

Wow, Thanks hun, quite overwhelming - your compliments and yeah - it was to god

[Bowers]

you are very welcome...