Boat to Nowhere
Here I sit,
In my wooden vessel.
Painfully lonely, I am.
No one with me.
Don’t know how I got here;
A true mystery.
On a red river.
Deep red; blood red.
Lonely souls wander on the banks.
Faceless and pale.
Knowing looks of pity,
Directed at me.
Boat bobbing in the blood.
Towards the horizon.
Towards the white sun.
Sailing down the river.
Lonely and scared.
Wondering where my destination was.
Wanting to cry for help.
No sound; almost complete silence.
Only distant wailing,
And water lapping on the boat.
How did I get here?
On this little boat, floating down the red river?
Who am I?
The captain of this little boat?
Remembering all.
A sad life, I’ve lived.
Finally coming to an end.
Now: the final act.
On this little boat,
Floating down the red river.
Past the pale, empty faces,
Into the bright light on the horizon.
Doomed to forever ride this little boat,
To destination nowhere.