Drowning Man

He came to me in a dream,
Dripping wet in accusations,
Of wrongdoing, wrong thinking,
Of tragedy, woe and avarice.

He wore a look of expectation,
As if to shed these aches of the heart,
For he knows his time is short,
And his mortality is drowning.

Yet he has reveled a lifetime full,
In perdition, telling lies,
And drunk selfishness,
Until all have left for the final time.

And now he drowns in desperation,
Asking a free reprieve,
What reason would he come to me,
Except to show me that I am he.