Loneliness

Loneliness
Standing there lonely and mysterious,
Parasites search his furry skin looking curious,
A disturbing image, mouldy, breaking down,
Disguised in yellow hiding from something bound,
Crowded, no air, still breathing,
A blur of blue surrounding,
Covered in moss, spread over every limb
Always lost, always searching for something to help him,
He hears gushing and rushing from the surface.
Darkness fills the crevices on his face showing purpose,
Unknown and touched by time,
Fusing with the elements every day, every night,
Still like a statue, a distinct feature
Blinded Sea creatures crawling everywhere,
Heading west, east, north and south,
In and out of his eyes and mouth.
He endures it all
Dreams about the surface call,
Wondering, will he ever be found?