I wanted to scream
Wanted to cry
Three days upon water and no drop of land
I was starving
Startled to know how I haven’t toppled over and died
As I hold myself, I happen to find it strange how I long another presence
Someone to lean on
Funny how I think of this in the middle of the ocean
But yet the thought lingers
And I know I am alone
During my travel I’ve yet to see a fish or any sea creature
I also wonder what it would be like to have a friend
A converse
To put your worries onto and they onto you
Someone there to catch you
It’s still funny…
Funny…
A simple word for humor or sarcasm
I wonder which one I mean
Bitter sweet I would say
But love is much more fitting for such bitter
Such complicated simple things yet…
So much meaning
I look up to see the black gray once again
I hesitate to take my oars as my eyes are wide
Begging pleading
I watch it tear the water
It’s coming after me
I realize
I quickly grab the oars and I paddle
But I fear it was too late as the waves took me higher
The waves then crashed upon me
I became wet
And I feared
For once I saw something I would consider normal
Lightning
I saw lightning and heard the thunder
It was a miracle
But I could not be thrilled yet
I had a monster to battle
Even if that means running away
That was until one fateful blow
I remember paddling panicking
To coldly blacking out
No
Surly I’m not dead
I have yet to find my tragic beginning
Or did it find me
Is this how I go
Beaten by the water
It’s not so awful
Rather it’s calming
But that was not the case as I woke
My paddles were miraculously in place beside me
The storm gone
But the sky remained dark
So as the water
As I lie, I wonder
What are these strange accuracies?
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
