my stormy life

A Sailor Without a Sea Mate

 

a stormy life my life is, full of wind and hail with out fail,

to be washed ashore only to be rushed back again into the rising tide and frothy waves.

 

my boat shatters smashed once again  again against the rocks of life,and yet rebuilt time and again.

 

a false hope and niave dream thrown about by madness and reprimand  with no escape. lashed to the mast with biting words of demand.

 

the waters rise up high to drown and then receede in spite and with spit in full throttle of disgust trikling down the face.

 

no thanks even recognition for the saving the lost ship...only blame for sinking it.

 

did i create the storm of anger do i  whip the waves in the sea.

 

beware he who cares ...another storm approaches ...dark clouds of anger always brewing.

 

one wonders when or if the sun or smile will ever shine again, but accusation will to be sure.

 

 if by chance it does...it is quickly gone in hate and hale , a lightning flash attack of blame.

 

the still peace of the ocean of life seems only to be the quite before the storm.

 

how can one not help but wonder time and again that it will come, even more to forget and be all forgotten,

 

I forget what it was and why i boarded the ship of life and on what journey and to where did i original set sail to achive

 

woe  !

 

beware.. a storm upon the horizon ....no time to contemplate or think about ones life for yet another washing, rain and wet

 is aimed at the head and will not wait for i am a sailor without a sea mate only a upset passenger on board with no land ahoy or ahead...