Sometimes I just want to shout man overboard
I wonder if they notice me drowning in my sea of despair
The waves washing over me eroding my will to rise above the tide
of hopelessness.
Sometimes I just want to shout man overboard
It as if I have been listing too long
I can’t hold on anymore and I am driftwood at sea
Destined to become seaweed and seashells for beachcombers in the longshore drift.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
It was a man overboard kind of week. This is for Napowrimo18. Day 27. Fragile.
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I totally get the man overboard part (although is that acceptably PC anymore?). It could be worse. I had a “I can’t get off the damned ship” kind of a week. The waters looked so inviting.
Now… I loved the images you invoked. They spoke the desolation you were striving for. Really good!
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Much love to you. I hope your weekend is more relaxed. XXX
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