Poem 30 - The Fishing Trip

I look out on this vast ocean, and I wonder where I am supposed to be.


Yesterday was paradise, but today is a sight to see.


I'm fighting the waters, but am unable to break free.


This squal is relentless, and it looks to overtake me.


I turn my boat towards home, in hopes of escaping the pain that will be.


The old saying is, that there are plenty of fish in the sea.


However, I don't think that there is anyone for me.

Poem 29 - The Fight

The battle is here, my weary body rises.

The fight starts, and I wonder if I will survive this.

The battle rages, and the casualties mount.

The fight is done, and I have survived this bout.

I am sick, and my body is wounded.

I have been given this life where my being is in bondage.

The next opponent has arrived.

It is from my sin that it is derived.

I ready for battle and hide my plight.

For the masses want a perfect fight.

However, my body is tired and I can sense the end.

Without help, this is one fight I cannot win.