Marooned

I don’t care if anyone
comes to find me, I am fine.
The fishing is easy out here,
and there’s a sturdy cave
that staves off all the rain.
I never knew before how much
I needed pain until everything
that numbed it wasn’t anywhere,
that I could get to anyway.
Everyday, I am submerged within
the ocean, trying to take deep breaths
within my mind. I stay under
even longer than before.
Sometimes I see an open door
that leads me back to everyone
and I never can pass through
without it vanishing like whispers
in a storm. I did not ask for this,
I took it with my leap off
the starboard side of the ship
and as those lights and that music
were dampened by the distance
I was pulled out of this world
by golden waves made out of fire colored sky.


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