Dripping Ink

Drift ashore a monochrome figure,

Bleak and as melancholy as the charcoal river,

The insignificant silhouette goes through black waterfalls,

On adventures with a crippled rowing boat,

It's ores mounted by thorns and splinters of wood,

Coral and shells stuck afoot.

The sinister moon glares at the boy and

sings to wolves in a silicone voice,

Howling on hills across his sensitive ears,

He views the fair gleam and chunks of mutts

who are as free as he

but searching for more than a simple treasure out at sea.

The adventures are only words that drift amongst others

and he is but paper and letters that exist for another.

Wattpad username: pointlesstequila

Preferred name: Tequila