My wounded hands drag across
each supportive surface,
counting the seconds until daylight
as if the dawn will bring execution;
restlessly I draw breath,
reflecting on every moment
that has led me here,
cast into the storm
and as captain of my vessel,
the seas too murky to see beneath
and horizon too distant beyond the clouds,
I know not my journey’s destination,
only the humor of futility
that is augmented further by nature’s malice;
a wild spectacle is what I behold,
one inherited with seemingly no choice,
but one I must navigate nonetheless.