you
are the
quite whisper.
sad to say the
world too
rough
some go under
some never came up
when the current swells
to pull us down. the
black water meets stale
sky in one unbroken sheet.
the pain that rises and
swells in you also
swells in me
or so I'd like to
think. some band
if roving dogs could
rip me to shreds
but before
gulls feast on
my eyes I'd certainly
hope some
little verse
could make
it worth it
in the end.
the sea th
en returns
no thing.