The Driftwood

Sinking and bouncing

hardly staying afloat

drifting along the raging course

I go on with the flow

a dreary log, left on the loose

Miles and miles of solo surge

in cold and violent waters

an oppressed piece of existence

obscure in the dark of upheaval

seasoned in mud and muck

frozen emotions draped in seaweed

A crusade tethered by lofty banks

losing my legs to shearing rocks

falling prey to targets unknown 

barely thriving the under currents

falling from peaks of fright

and striking agony at rock bottom

Surrendering to the billows

 of an uncertain future

the driftwood, in me moves on

hoping to find my journey’s end

just around the very next bend

                        by Vasanta Athilat