We are the Lost and the Dammed.
Cast adrift upon a turbulent sea.
Menacing clouds in the sky erasing the horizon.
Darting lights and leviathans in the deep.
Our addictions become a mast in the storm our only hope in this bleak world.
There is no rescue here.
No one to cover our ears from the siren song that brought us.
We wallow and savor in our shameful ways.
Waiting for that great beast to drag us down once more.
I like it. I would love to
I like it. I would love to see it continue with another poem, almost like a resolution.
post multa malae accidunt, bonae accidere potest.