blue

i feel dead inside
like driftwood
afraid of petrifying
so i reach for the shore
but my roots have been torn
and i float untethered
governed by the flow of the tide
with no means to row
water washes over me
under, over, under
surrounded
black, blue, grey
i asked for this, prayed to my innards
and now the embers burn but there is no flame
just a blue smoke that smells of dreams abandoned
wish i were the water instead

be careful what you wish for

blue