By Andrew Scott
Thomas is staring out his stained window, trying to process the mess that was made. The damage done in less than six months. The exact start of the descent is blurry in Thomas’ mind. So much has done on, it runs together. Flashes of memory creep in as reminders. Little smiles over months that lured the brain in. It was enough to start the lie. Thomas started with telling his wife about new work hours. Sadly, she believed him. Giving more opportunity in time for Thomas to roam and explore. He met the new lady of his dreams, eyes fluttered at him in a rehearsed dance. Thomas had only experienced his wife, he was not ready for the true plan. As they waltzed a new dance Thomas ignored the past life and the woes that came with it. If you ignore it will go away or so Thomas thought. Papers brought to him on the old life while Thomas was trying to balance the alluring new one. Monies going in every direction. So hard to focus. The job was the first to go. Distracted, Thomas hurt another employee on the job site. Good paying job turned to dust. Without monies, the new lifestyle ran dry and left without notice. Thomas torn that she did not care. With Thomas’ tail between his legs he tried to open a closed door. Knock as he may, the pain kept it shut. Thomas looks out his stained-glass window of the only place to sleep. Asked his parent for an old room that embraces his pain that Thomas cannot admit that he inflicted on himself.
April 2, 2021
©Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2021
The waves of the sea are angry at us all for what our souls have become. Bombs are burning the sister sky. Families ding as they land while we watch the horror without blinking an eye or saving a soul. The sea watches us, becomes violent at every injustice we perform, crashing to land. Its waters taking what we do not appreciate. A plague is spreading to all corners of the earth. Searching for a cure while citizens are not protecting others. Spreading a death sentence. Waves crashing into the coast taking people away with each strike to even the score. The sea is full of rage. Tsunamis are taking communities away, washing homes to the sea. Revenge waves. Seas are red from watching the damage that we are doing. Harming each other intentionally. Our greed has taken hold. Seas are rising, fists drawn and it is our fault.
May 19, 2021
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021