Eight-line Poems

Flotsam

Flotsam

And so I remain,
like a mariner shipwrecked and cast upon an unknown and chilly shore,
a mere stain
of feeble being, belching up the vile brine of a life sodden to the core.

I didn’t expect
to be breathing yet, well past some apocalyptic millennium,
an unwanted reject
in unimagined future disintegration, a strange and awful requiem.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 11.14.22
Prompt: Remain.