Swallowed up by the ocean of despair
Tiny insignificant lost in the depths
Worn and bleeding
old and tired
No desperate searches have been launched
Missed by none
Defeated loser the count down is over
There are no seconds ticking away
Final chapter written
There is no chance for survival
No funeral fires will burn
No sad tears will be shed
Gone and never remembered
A short sorrowful story
Battered to the end
No wrenching good byes will be said...
Oh my wretched heart I will never think of you again
By: B. Peterson