I taste the dirt.
Next to my heart, I crawl.
Mind is wounded, Thoughts hurt.
I crawl a worm of pain.
A maggot feeding
Nothing but vile, I taste.
Tongue an open gash; Words bleed.
Pain invades my brain.
Wish it would fade.
I go with the filth down the drain.
Watery bed has been made.
Don't try to judge.
I've been convicted.
Life punishes me with its grudge.
I'm a paper boat, Sinking.
Davy Jones' locker it shall be.
I'm going down.
Farewell to me.
Cadaver of the sea.
© Jerry Langdon 2017
