Distraught Poem by Billy Loving

Familiar voice in the distance, I hear
Through the fog drawing near
Drawing closer still
Wondering if it's real
Just a hallucination?
A trick of desperation?
Onward I ride
It's calling, my guide
Steering the wheel in my hand
Eyes searching for land
To see, so hard, I try
Too dense, the smothering sky
Startled by my mate
Apologizing for being late
Lost in my subconscious, I've been
The voice calling from within
My shift at the wheel through
New sky becoming bright blue
To the galley, I go
Resting as sleep below