A Floating Piece of Wood

My life is like a floating piece of wood,
Wandering in a never-ending sea
Lost and cast away, forever, for good
Ocean is always smothering me


Floating in this never-ending sea
I’ve come far from the crowded shore,
I drifted and fell. No one could ever see
That I was forgotten, shaken to the core

I’ve come far from the crowded shore,
I’ve gotten wet. I am sore and weak
This is where I die, the ocean’s floor
Will of my absence anyone speak?


I wonder sometimes, to where will I go
The water takes me. I will never know.
©aj_writes15