Sunk heart

Like a floating boat on a calm river, 

the sun falling down on my face, 

a gentle breeze stroking my cheeks... 

... a good place.

 

Drifted away from safe places, 

storms making me sick, 

a struggle for survival emerges from the depths, 

 

Scraping the bottom of the ocean, 

me and my boat remain... .

Hoping I'll be in your life once again. 

Reviews

[NiomaNorma]

I like it a lot. It has many meanings. Those types of poems are the best. Great piece.