I float along in a sea of falsehood,
Sailing in a ship I built on misinterpretations and white lies.
He never told me my anchor would fault,
Or that the wind and the waves would work against me.
I realize now I never should have put my faith
In that long-bearded sailor.
He was never one to think of others first,
That self-righteous, narcissistic jerk.
He just let me fight against the current,
Laughing as I slowly started sinking.
He watched from a distance
As I drowned in what I once thought was ecstasy.
In reality, it was just a torturous reminder
That nothing ever really changes.
Previously published in riverrun, The UCCS Student Literary and Arts Journal, 2017