I watch them
Drifting by,
Clinging to their debris
I shout to them;
“Over here!”
I throw out
The life line,
But they just wave
And smile,
And float on down
The river.
They are happily
Clinging to their junk
As they head for disaster.
From where I stand
I can see
What lies ahead of them,
The whirlpool
Sucking everything
Into its great maw.
I see the smiles
As they freeze,
Turning into
Twisted masks of horror
But by the time they see it,
It is already to late.
Yes I can see it,
And I could help
But they drift past
Ignoring my shouts,
And the lifeline
Is left floating , empty. |
Submission Name: Adrift
