The Rough Sea and The Pole

I'm in a rough sea,
Hanging to a Pole,
On days when the sun shines bright,
The Pole appears a friend that keeps me safe,
The Pole is the only thing that keeps me from drowning.
The Pole is a friend.
The Pole is a Mercy.

On nights of thunderstorm,
When my limbs are thrown around,
There's a temptation of letting go of the Friend,
It gets tough to hold on.
Stupidly, drowning seems better than living.
Stupidly.