Ocean of Paradoxes

Stranded on raft of life

sea of salt corroding,

I cup the water in my hands

cooling my ravished body.

Sun glistens on wave’s crest

mirage of aqueous vows

but parched throat screams

for liquid moisture.

Desperate to quench

my overwhelming thirst,

I gulp the aqua ravenously.

The sparkling promise of H20

dupes me into believing

that my desperate need for

tears of liquid will be met,

only to drown, helplessly,

arms of supplication pleading

to the reckless sea

that promised me salvation.