Spec
Loast at sea,
thats what I am.
A little spec surrounded by swirling water,
barely staying afloat
in this storm.
I call out
and there is no answer
as sharks circle about my capsizing raft.
I caould swim for land
but would not last long
as wave after wave crashes down
threatening to break me.
I'm just a spec
in an ocean trying to survive
the torment
the lonliness
trying to stay alive.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world