Lost

I’m feeling all alone
while drifting out at sea –
won’t someone come along
and please come rescue me.

There’s holes within my sail
and water in my hold.
I don’t think I’ll prevail –
I see the Divine fold.

But whipping from the black,
I feel the Devil’s hand
that slowly drags me back,
crushing my promised land.

I struggle ‘gainst his grips,
with all that I can give.
I hear his bitter quips
to “Don’t give up!” and “Live!”

At last we reach the shore
while gasping for each breath.
Why must I live some more
when I just wanted death?