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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Adult · #1887142
A man and his boat are sometimes easily and intentionally parted.

-Up To My Neck-
by
Keaton Foster

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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.

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