The chain(I sink)just lost a link
(I sink)beneath the rising tide
(I sink)in heartbeats or a blink
(I drown)inside
a world of hurt,
a breath of hurt,
a cry of hurt galore;
I paid a penny for my hurt,
splendid hurt
(what's more).
Hurts combine to end me
(though a thousand hearts defend me).
Duct tape will mend a hurting heart,
I think.
A sea of hurt - I forget where I should start.
I sink.
Started as a practice write, ended as a shipwreck
--Ace