Left Alone

I am like a vessel left into A sea full of tides of woes; Jealous monsters serenading The depth try to pull me in. I hear the echo of their grunts. I feel the ups and downs The lows and highs and the Sharp curves of the hozon. I feel suffocated half submerged. Sometimes, someone would Pick me up to the boat to Guess my worth and toss me As a piece of metal worth Urinating over. I enjoy the Changing colors of waters With changing moods of The wandering clouds above. The struggle with wind and Tides will go on till I will Run out of metal in me.