Lost at sea
Like the Marie Celeste
A ghost ship
The last crew member has abandoned and is floating face down in the water
Drowned
Dead
Released from his private hell
At rest
Such an attractive thought
How I long to be free
How I long to be with her
How I long for the pain to stop
The waves crash over me
The undertow sucks me down
My worthless body is pummelled on the rocky bottom
It doesn’t matter
My eyes seek the light far above
While my ears pop and my throat gags
My chest bursts and I suck cold water into my lungs
Death comes quick to me now
The light fades like the erratic beating of my broken heart
Eyes close, bubbles rising from my mouth and nose
My putrid being food for the bottom dwellers
Crabs, worms, scavengers
Existence over
At peace at last
Pain free finally
Thank God it is over


Judging by the time of posting and content I'm guessing things aren't too great with you right now. I wish I could help mate, I really do, but obviously I can't. I can tell you though that this is one hell of a moving poem. James.