Wes Appel Wes Appel

Rough Seas

The world is despicable, awful, unkind
Just waiting on its axes for all to unwind.
How people are maimed and marred and killed
Dying in droves from popping tiny pills.
People are trampled in the world’s haste
To be something great, yet withers to waste.
And even after watching this all,
For what do I stand? Why can’t I fall?
There must be something that keeps me afloat
Chugging along this rocky sea in a leaky boat.
Just because I feel lost and so lonely
Doesn’t mean that I am the only
One who exists who feels like this.
Others are out there also amiss.
There must be something out on the horizon,
Something beautiful to lay my eyes on.
Today I saw a child running, a smile on his face
While his mother gleefully gave him chase.
I watched an angel succumb to cancer,
But it brought the family together in answer.
A man so ill from withdrawal from dope
Instilled with purpose and a sense of hope.
People out there are living in destitution
The world leaves them with no restitution.
I can stand there and just be selfish.
By the sidelines, feeling so helpless.
My insecurities inform my perception,
Stealing me from any sort of introspection.
When I look inside of this rotting barge,
I find the cracks – some small, some large.
Someone to help me patch and mortar,
So I can make it to the next port or
Keep moving on and keep chugging along
Seeing the rights in the world and the wrongs.
Not everywhere I look do I see pain,
But to close my eyes to the truth is in vain.
The tides keep on rolling – they ebb and flow,
What the future may hold, no one can know.
Despite my fears of being so lost,
Even when my ship is turned and tossed,
Out there, somewhere, the sunlight will shine
Perhaps tomorrow or not for a time.
I look around and the current is strong,
But I know, in time, these seas will be calm.
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