Will You?

and, they said to me "Will you be coming back?" 

Did they understand the meaning of their cruel and cold words? It was merely taking care of business for them, but to me, it meant so much more. 

Would I be coming back? 

Will I ever come back? 

Back from the ocean of regret? 

The storms besieged my lifeboat and I was drowning.  

Drowning. 

The oceans are not blue, but grey. As dull as life. They rise or fall with the shift of mood, and they try to retain their dignity. They do try. 

"No, I will not be coming back ....." 

Back from where? Do they have any idea? Its hard enough to live in this world, let alone suffer blindly in the ocean of pain.  

Drowning. 

The lighthouse becomes a distant light that is almost invisible.  

Will you ever come back? Or will you let the storm take you further out to sea? 

"Will you......?" 

Well, I can only wait and see. 

GA Price