Bones In The Storm

I remember the fallen

Do they think of me?

Their bones in the ocean of despair

Their voices devoid of malice

Whisper do the eternal rest they found

Beneath the ocean of despair

They whisper with voices full of despair and sorrow

I see others enticed by the voices from the deep

Acting as sirens drawing some to their eternal rest early

I remember my own struggles

When I dived beneath the waves

Took a gulp of the warred of despair

Hoping to sink beneath the waves never to rise again

As I lost consciousness the tears streamed out

Feeling finally at peace

Lulled by the whispers and waves

Then I awoke treading water my body refusing the final sleep

Head bobbin at the water line

I succumbed to sleep again

Then awoke on the boat that brought me

To the storm and ocean of despair

It would be a year till I realized just how precious that moment was

That first breath after what should have been my last

Now instead of a rowboat filled with holes

I pilot a sailing ship through the oceans and storms of despair

Looking for others thinking of taking the plunge

Or already flailing in the water

The voices of the fallen rise in a symphony of hope

In my ears

As I attempt to save as many as I can

I remember the fallen and they think of me

For our souls are forever are tied

Through our trials and tribulation of the oceans and storms.

Inspired by the Longest Johns song Bones in the ocean.