That Sinking Feeling
Skipping my mind
across the lake
Sinking sinking
With each breath I take
Looking up
a gurgling sound
Breath escaping
My feet tightly bound
I can still remember
Your hand on my face
Heart beating fast
Feeling out of place
The car ride was bumpy
in the dark tiny trunk
Arms tightly bound
feeling woozy and drunk
Yes I was the witness
to that horrible crime
I was there for my murder
Now I’m suspended in time
You fit me with shoes
Custom made for the deep
I guess an accountant
has too many secrets to keep
As I sank oh so slowly
There was one consolation
The beauty of detail
was my preoccupation
A letter will arrive
In a few short days my friend
Yes by registered mail
What you started will end
Because details are my trade
All your crimes big and small
Except for my murder
They’ll be revealed one and all
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2020
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