My ship is sinking
Going down
Trouble and strife
Me surrounds
I stand alone
As water floods in
My bow is breaking
The waves are too big
Is it self destruction
Or being a victim of circumstance?
What does it matter?
I’ll soon be sank
Food for the fishes
Lying on the sea bed
In my watery grave
Yay, perhaps better off when dead
I surrender to the tide
Can’t fight this anymore
Been treading water for way too long
Now tired drown I for sure
So long my friends
And lovers past
Au revoir family
Guess I wasn’t built to last
I’d say it’s been a hoot
But right now I feel defeat
Maybe on the day of reckoning
I’ll see it differently
Until then I shall close my eyes
Inhale the salt water in
Praying that I rest in peace
When in my liquid coffin.
Rachel Rhodes 