Poetry on Odyssey: Betrayal

What must if feel like

being stuck in an endless ocean,

treading through the waves

searching for a bottom

so you can rest your tired legs.

You look up at the sky,

searching for a sign of help;

the roar of a helicopter,

or a boat crashing past the waves

combing the murky waters

trying to find something of you.

But no one is coming.

No one is listening.

No one cares.

Or at least that's what you think.

After all, no one's shown up yet

and you're still treading water,

keeping your head up,

waiting, hoping

for even a glimmer of hope.

But maybe they're not coming back.

And you're now being left for dead

in an uncaring ocean

filled with ruthless carnivores

and monsters of the deep.

You want to look them in the eye,

search for a sign of compassion.

But there's no light.

Like the dark waters surrounding you,

you only dive deep

into an endless ocean

of hate, disgust,

and betrayal.