the withering anchor

the tide has turned

I am lost

in its depths

there’s nothing saving me

from the gnawing weeds

filling my lungs

but his words

become my anchor

against raging storms

they hold me down

from going astray

all I need to do

is hold on

but I am slipping

from their grip

and he doesn’t even know

it would take a whole ship

to rescue me

the withering anchor is soon

going down with me


Happy reading till we meet next.

Until then, carpe diem! 🙂


© Asha Seth

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