Self Inflicted Foggy Harbor
Put yourself in a leaky boat
knowing it's not designed to float.
Pain within your scattered mind.
Utter black is all you find.
No solace will be granted here.
You're sensing that the end is near.
Bleeding from those wounds inside
you just can't take this endless ride.
Drifting now from shore to shore.
You won't be waiting anymore.
Into the murky depths you sink.
Death comes quicker than you think.
The last thought of your life is this:
there's so much heartache you won't miss.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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