This is not a life choice, this is not a plot or a planned action.
The lasting life force is withering, countless thoughts considering..
But literally im dumb struck, feeling the gust up wind coming in through the cracks.
Solid rock, black as coal, using bits of clothes I tried to patch the holes..
Cold hands holding an old lamp shake and sway, spraying orange rays of light from side to side.
And there she lay, she also lies,in both her eyes a secret hides.
We must survive...
I found some vegetation and insects except we ate them days ago.
The last real meal we had split had been a can of potted meat that had washed upon the beach.
With winter at sea the breeze can be crippling, ive been here with her for what feels like a century.
I cant provide for us both or go dive for the boat that sank between 50 to 60 feet below.
This is defeat, this is the feeling of lost hope, home, and comfort zones.
I know I love her though, so I can't leave her, but currently cant feed her.
It occurred to me that the cave we found had been around and mined for for it's gems.
A diamond has never meant less to me then now, unless we get found.
But if they have not done it by now chances are we'll never get out.
As she sleeps I wonder aloud if I could live without her.
If i'm to free her, drown her, or be a coward and allow her to starve.
Suffer.. And otherwise come to my side and beg for death or the remains of my flesh.
Such a sacrifice I could suffice, but would the end justify the means?
Would she be just as kind to me?..
This time at sea has shown me my soul slowly through every opening.
Just hoping we could see a ship, a plane, or change of scenery is eating me alive.
And so should I be, she comes to me hungry in need, and indeed I oblige
Reply With Quote
