This Ship Is Sinking

By SinisterSinner

This ship is sinking,
I can feel the cold of the waves,
Pulling me down to the depths,
Slowly my body gives way,
To the pressure crushing me,
And i can see the light fading away,
Down to the dark i sink,
When will i hit bottom i question myself,
Water starts filling my lungs,
How much longer must i suffer,
Before i'm gone,
Minutes turn to hours,
And hours turn to days,
My mind is racing,
As i sink beneath the waves,
This ship is sinking,
And i cannot be saved.

 

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Copyright 2016 SinisterSinner
Published on Thursday, August 18, 2016.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • Feral On Wednesday, August 24, 2016, Feral (65)By person wrote:

    "If I am going to be drowned - if I am going to be drowned - if I am going to be drowned, then why in the name of the seven mad gods of the sea was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?" Stephen Crane, The Open Boat. Strength and gills, friend. I have known those years.

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