Down trodden
This ship here is sinking,
To the murky depths below,
It's got me worried sick and thinking,
About life imitating an art show.
Wonders lie in abscess,
Hell the unimaginable,
Pain is the remedy ready for access,
Tolerance for it is a gamble.
Should I die here alone,
Bury me by the coast,
My sins do burn me till I atone,
Raised glasses for a jocular toast.
Copyright © Charles Dibiasi | Year Posted 2024
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