The fallen log

Sometimes nice photos inspire me to write poems. Here is one such

The Fallen log

I am a fallen log in the backwaters of memories

Slowly drifting to the ocean with waves of time

I try to swim but my hands fail

Feeling numb with cold around.

I drown in the tears of yesterdays

Did someone notice? I fear not

I wait, an infinite wait

For a hand to pull me back.

Strong arms for my rescue

I dream of a pair to hold me tight

And then did I see a flash

That you came for my rescue afterall.

It’s a lost fight for me

I lose myself every minute, every moment

I lie here submerged in thoughts

That grow endless, bigger than the ocean.

I wish I could grow wings

To fly from here like a mighty bird

To the shores that kisses the reality

And my present; And find my self.