A man and his boat are sometimes easily and intentionally parted. |
-Up To My Neck- by Keaton Foster Up to my neck Just below my head The water is ice cold Shivering to the bone Increasingly I cannot feel Soon I will be deceased Drowned or frozen to death Such an end matters none The boat that I was on Capsized without a wave The anchor held it in place As I fell into the depths It still remains yards away The only marker of my grave Certainly it will be found And I will not be I am not afraid For the first time in life I am without my pain My body suffers none Increasingly numb From my once toxic self Before now every ounce of pain Raged like a fire through my being A troubled heart pumps my blood A twisted mind forces its ill logic No sense have I ever been able to make To absolutely anyone but me Misunderstood in life and in death Up to my neck Just below my head The water is ice cold Shivering to the bone Increasingly I cannot feel Soon I will be dead Soon I will be free At the bottom of the sea Forever I am sure that I will be My flesh will be ripped from bone My bones, like stones will find a home In the muck and mire far below My soul, damaged it will remain to be Up to my neck Soon will come my chosen death… Up To My Neck Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |