I wanted to go home
But there was no such thing
I never recalled having one
My remembrance to now is being on this rowboat
Facing what I left behind
What did I leave behind I cannot recall?
My oars in hand going to what I presume a new tragic beginning
I row slowly with empty thoughts
Eyes determined and heavy
Soul hurt and I feel my heart broken
But broken with a pride I never had one ounce
The blue water surrounds me
Darker than the gaping hole that ties me to the aching ground
The sky lighter with the color
Sun nor Moon in sight
I’ve no idea how long the water had surround me
What I know is
Whatever may be waiting for me
May be my answer to my greatest mystery
YOU ARE READING
Rowboat Story
Adventure(I'm keeping the books name) A person gets lost at sea with no remembrance of life before and travels in a rowboat questioning life and just being lonely with nothing but the water below ...I suck at these but idc
