Cast adrift by mutinous thoughts,
he is treated like jetsam.
He is flotsam, forgotten in the wake.
Thrown away; a claim without a stake.
a briny torture chamber,
crashing at his shattered mind,
as salt fills his mouth,
from eyes above,
from turbulent flow
below.
No life jacket here,
no buoy to cling to,
he floats by the grace,
of the air in lungs,
set to screaming.
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