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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