Disintegration

Masts stand tall to support the sails on a one hundred ton ship That ventures south. I am one of fifty men in this boat. There are many others out at sea but our fate is the same. I signed my life over to the Captain. He branded his crest into my chest nevertheless I was not conscious of my treaty. I loathe my foolishness. I never knew he’d take a part of me. And now there is a blister from the burn: a “flawless” circle. I can feel the sludge pumping through my veins. My insides have gone grey. My insides fall like ash. I’ve inhaled an illusion And exhaled everything else. I am standing on the edge of this wooden plank and I’ve never felt so ugly. Slowly my feet draw nearer to the edge. My eyes search for something nameless And only the water can see what I’ve become. I knew I should have listened.