Floating

Its a metaphor, or something....

 

  I am but a buoy in the cold, dark ocean of life. I float along endlessly without ever moving. It would seem the whole world moves on under me, while I remain chained in one place.

    Occasionally my bell tolls a singular, mournful, lonely cry into the endless multitude. Few hear it, fewer remember, and even fewer even care if they did. Yet I remain affixed, tolling into the oblivion of life.

As I said, I am but a buoy floating on the deep, mysterious waters of life. I do not know what is at the bottom (if there is a bottom), and it scares me. I wonder, but all of my curiosities and pains aren't enough to ever make me discover it firsthand. I will float above the endless until the day I am dragged, tolling in protest and agony, under… forever swallowed up by the deep, dark, cold nothingness. Is that nothingness called life or death? I get them confused sometimes. After all, I am but a buoy.

Reviews

[curley]

Beautiful written. You did a wonderful job with the metaphor, simply wonderful. Lots of description - very nicely done. Thanks for sharing! God bless.

[J. Hampton]

Creative metaphor...in your use of buoy here

I can feel the fog ....and deep heavy clang of a buoy-bell

sad...but well written piece

Blesssssssssss

[doctor's diagnosis]

very philosophical sounding, i like it! "and even fewer even care if they did." i think there may be too many evens, but its my favorite part anyway. great job!