Against the Current

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