Water seeping through the cracks of the hull, Creeping ever so insidiously. Filling the voids, but my fate is sealed. I sink. Resentment floods my thoughts, Quenching my thirst for vindication, And I feel that time will cure all, yet… I sink. I’m clinging on to flotsam and jetsam Drifting by, remnants of my pride. But the waves keep battering, and I sink. Seventy times seven is too large of a Number, or so I think. How to rid of the anchor tethered to My heel? I sink. Letting go of that anchor, a painful process. You may have skinned me alive, But I forgive you. For if I don’t, I’ll sink to the depths Of misery…. alone.