Fishing Boat

Overwhelming currents,

Fearsome tides

Dragging me backwards

While I gag for tranquility

Gradually falling from the Fishing Boat.

Thrown off the back with a billion dead fish

Clinging, clawing at the anchor trailing close behind

Fisherman turn occasionally,

  Not noticing my sturggle

I am gradually falling from the fishing boat.

The End

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