Bob X. Cursion

There’s a light up ahead. My old ghost comes back in the form of rain. Soaked to the bone every day. But I stand. I stand and gaze. There’s gotta be something. A sliver of light. That much would blind my eyes. But I see you. I hear you calling. Can I get back onto land? I see the rocks. I can almost taste the sand down my tired throat. It’s been calling for you. Ever since the day the cracks began to show. This is the time to fight for our lives. Yeah I’m fighting. Will you stand beside me?