Poems From The Bottom 01

Boiling Man

As a man he feels lost out in sea,
For miles and miles water is all he sees.
Flowing and crashing in,
And out of his life.

He feels pain on a molecular level,
The waves pull at him,
He is disheveled.
Out in the sea the clouds creep,
And his future becomes shrouded in mystery.

Out at sea he boils on the inside.
Out at sea his eyes die like the last flickering street lamp.
As a man his heart sinks,
As a man he feels trapped out in the sea.
Out at sea a man cries,
Out of sight no one inquires.