Abandon

(One of my darker poems, looking back, things weren't so bad then.... Originaly posted Oct. 24, 2005)

What do you do when the life raft of faith starts to sink into the dark cold abyss of the world?

When no land is in sight?

When the salvation of a rescue ship, of a friendly hand to lift you out of the black is but a fleeting dream?

When the storm clouds are so thick that you haven't seen light in months?

When the sharks circle, the gulls peck, and all plans to survive have been dashed on jagged rocks of hoplesness?

When you cry out to God for the blood so you don't die of thirst?

When you beg for the body so you don't starve?

And recieve only the howling wind as a response.

Just why did I abandon ship in the first place?