Friday, September 10, 2010

Running out of water....

The salt stinging your burnt skin
Water obscuring your sight
It doesn't make sense anymore
You let out what maybe your last sigh

You look back at them standing on the beach
Their silhouettes looking over you
It is complete madness they say
Why don't you turn back and head back to safety?

The unknown awaits you at the horizon
No one know if it is any better
May be it is a pursuit not worth your time
May be this is what you were supposed to do

You breath in the heavy air into your lungs
Fight the corrosive water piercing your cut up body
Maybe you will never make it, may be you weren't meant to
At least you won't ask yourself, what if I had just tried

1 comment:

Cynic in Wonderland said...

Pot calling the snowflake black. Ha. 10th september it is you written. Online long it seems. hmpf