My Ocean of Woe.

This life I lead. 
Taught me some things. 
Like when to be funny. 
How to bob and weave. 

These recent days. 
Come and pass. 
Confusion grips. 
Tied to the mast. 

Left no one there. 
At the ships wheel. 
No guidance, no stearing. 
Not even my soul taking a bearing. 

I've compleated all
That I was asked. 
Then left to drift. 
Like a float that's been cast. 

Do I bob around? 
​​​In those waters deep. 
Hope something bites. 
Pulls at my feet.

But during these times. 
I must stay sain. 
Try hard not to fail. 
Over and over again.