Value

What good is life
Without the enjoyment of it
To even have her, to call 
“My dearly beloved”
There is no tranquility or peace
When a tidal wave of anguish is released
I’m drowning 
S.O.S
Silent, Overwhelmed and Soulless 
No pulling up by one’s bootstraps 
In waters this deep
No pedal boat or canoe 
Can trek these feats
Only fleets of courage and bravery 
May rescue this vessel
Adrift, enduring each swell
Many a ship have failed
Men by the bundle plunge into the unknown 
To recover the wreckage 
Sunken and submerged in the muck 
Muddling about
Shouts and screams are muffled by the soul 
Not daring to utter a word
My isolation is untold
My loneliness, without a cure
To escape this abyss
Becomes more of a dream
With every mounting wish
All the more vexing 
Tossed and thrown about in a vortex
Whirlpools of uncontrollable mishaps
Life, is not being
More so, just happening 
Passing, stacking hour on hour
Collapsing timelines collide 
Alas, high tide..
Hides lowlights of non-concurrent moments
How I long to hold tight and “love her”
Yet who can value, the lessons learned?
With all the experience acquired 
Chances and decisions
I must swim
And compose a compass of stories
To guide as streams and currents direct
I yearn
I search 
I question its worth 
In hopes to see its
Value