A dot. A tiny spot
Miniscule. Minute.
A human? A person?
Lost out to sea
This ocean of people,
Of life, of chaos.
Is the tide coming in?
Or is it going out?
Engulfed in waves of despair
Seemingly everlasting.
Drowning in anger & hate
Is it just too late?
To save this soul
From certain death.
Grasping on the lifeboat
With her fingertips
The waves rushing
& pushing
& banging
& clashing.
It is too late
She has slipped.
Lost out to sea.
Gone.
Victim to the cold
The heartless & the mad
