The Waves are Rocking Me | Short Poem No. 117

The waves are rocking me
Photo by Tim Marshall from Unsplash

The waves are rocking me inside their crib.

I’m melancholy. Hazy. Unfocused.

I don’t know me – What I do – What I did.

. . .Don’t even recollect when I penned this.

My conscience says, “Pull yourself together.”

“This isn’t the plan for a man to be.”

“No, he should stand tall and face the weather.”

“Raise the sails, stand helm, and conquer the sea.”

But I’m indifferent and apathetic.

I’m stale and calm – Dull and unmoving.

But I’m okay with being pathetic.

I dissolved my resolve in self-soothing.

Where currents flow, they take me where I go.

And when I’m gone, no one will even know.

Speak

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Pines and WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Author: Jay Bleu

I make beautiful fragrances come alive with creative writing while exploring life through poetry.

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