SINKING SHIP
I feel I'm on a sinking ship,I feel it sinking fast.I climb up to the highest point,And I'm clinging to the mast. Hopelessness surrounds me,Despair my only friend.I have wounds that will not heal,And tears that will not mend. I have no crew to speak of,And treasures, I have none.I'm all alone on this island,With one bullet in my gun. I do not fear the thoughts,That occur inside my headI am not suicidal,I only wish that I were dead.Dave Sterenchock © 2004 All rights reserved