Lost At Sea

I am the one the ship forgot,
not the sands it left at bay
or the stories of love and water.
It never forgot its path to holding memories.

I am the one the ship couldn’t remember,
the two-faced boing of lost.
Never was time hung on my neck
even while seconds were tattooed to my chest.
I am still there.

I am the one the ship wrecked his future
while staring at stars that took form of Limbo,
it held the softness of pain
it held the bluntest speed of life.

I am the one the sea held
with fingers wedded against another,
the one whose prayers bounced upon water,
the one whose anchor is not heavy.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]