My suffering,
A sea that laps no shore.
Three years stranded,
Stranded at sea.
I see no land,
I am a wanderer,
Dazed,
Lost,
Confused.
My little sea raft,
All that separates my body,
From sharks,
Teeth
Eyes black
Hunger for flesh.
A hunger I once new
What a great poem. I just imagine the scenario. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for sharing. David