Treacherous seasMature

Is that land in the
dim horizon
or just low cloud?
Through the treacherous water

Sitting in my leaking boat
with a lit cigarette
and bottle in hand
is gettung me to the
bottom of the ocean quicker.

I look around me
and sense the thick malevolence
of the air.
Every morning back to
the bloody business
of heaving water over the side.

I must sleep, eat and rest
but when I do,
the water rises ever higher.

I sit smoking, drinking, reminiscing,
as I watch
water gurgle through the crack,
pondering should I just enjoy
this last drink, puff
and go down the caption
of my life.

The End

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