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

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