Drifting Poem by Andy Basore

Drifting
away,
deary cold lonely
I was truely hoping I wasn't the only
that wanted all we had made to stay...

What the problem with me?
with friends?
what's so hard about it?
the fact the I gave so much
and to now just be turned to dust...

Now the boat is departing,
drifting away out to the deep sea,
sailing into the dim moon lit washing
where it'll all be left away to greive.

Don't worry, I'll still be waving,
out into the endless blue,
Swallowing my hopes, and dreams
and then maybe, just maybe...
We'll stop aimlessly drifting.