Life Preservers

To fret the ocean in potent portent of passions
live with the constant dialogue of wave worry,
dream of tsunami threats in detailed images
so one can spill their anxieties in steady plea
for someone to bring the rescue of life preservers
make sure they are ready to avoid drowning
under any situation that occurs.

But it loses the real flavor of crisis
when you don’t live near the beach
never plan on visiting the sea
or remotely go where the tides exists.

Oh the joy might thrive from the dialogue
all the constant rambling over problems,
yet it seems to lose its meaning
be deprived of any genuine zeal
if it is all an act of voicing
what is the pang of your heart
though it is just imagined
and never truly experienced.

Still it does get attention
oh how that feels so good
for when you have eyes and ears
to watch your sobs of rambling
they just seem so important
even if in reality
what you crave is the act of offered help
rather than any actual assistance
since who honestly
wants the burden of a life preserve
when you know how to swim?