I find myself a drift

Adrift upon a sea

A sea of endless pity

Like a drink that never runs dry.

This drink…

This drink called life.

Rolling on the evening tides

Drifting further out to sea

Away from anything…

Everything … Just drifting.

The sun it rises then it sets

Like a day upon one’s life


And going…

Never ending

Still drifting away on the tide.

Antony King 2018

Published by The Rye Whiskey Review October, 18, 2018



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