Wanderer

Dark waters resurface new and old
And I am clamoring through these murkey currents
The waves lap at my chin and I'm not sure how long
I'll last swimming like this
I wander from place to place uncertain of my next home
But I am in tune with my destination even though it
seems impossible and far off.
I'm a lock with out a key thrown into a vast open ocean
because my importance lacked being anywhere else.
The moon is high setting over the sea and casting
lines of white that sift out like tentacles
They seem as though they go on forever in the horizon line
It's beautiful to look at with only hours of life sparing
When my legs and arms pronounce useless I spit
out a remaining breath and plunge into the black
I will not resurface for the pit is now my home.