Marina Far Away

Man on a boat all by his lonesome. Sharks are churning, his heart burning for someone far away. Paddling towards nothing, lost in the current, while a bird flies overhead. The man's vessel, his only companion, is also dead. A bone, bleached white, is the remnant of a skeleton once wrapped in life's intricacies. His stomach is blank again. The mind decays as the wind fades, the stars have all gone home. Rest comes over, eyes closed in reminiscing 'bout the people he once knew. The house that held people, church's sharp steeples impaling those that don't believe. Their souls lie on stakes as examples. The bodies won't wake from a constant state of past. No more worrying.