Castaway
On his island
He dwells.
Left behind
from a war
made seemingly
endless by
gluttonous Gods,
he cries for her,
she that keeps
him sane;
Winged demons
circle
overhead
“Know-how”
Sailing
requires knowledge
of air and sea
direction and self.
Green,and
yellow;
She is ignorant
to all of the above.
“Push”
Storms
at sea
like to see
just how far
they can
push each wave
before they
break.
On raft
at sea
under waves
and rain.
Here she is.
She thinks,
to self.
Breathe,
and this is all
she can do.
Under the strain of weather.
She feels no closer
than years before.
Breathe.
Sea of Letters 