Sea Shanty

I feel I have become

Some kind of figment

A ghost

The torturous screams

Of the terminal

Skid row victims

Captured and brutalized for

Unpaid debts

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Imprisoned by sharks

With rotting teeth

Swirling in a heavy pool

Permeated with gin stink

Coalesced into a miasma

Of wandering grief

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With unchecked hunger

Set upon the world

To give it a scapegoat

Worthy of its crimes

Against those without

The strength to lift a dime

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A face without a name

I burned my name

Along with every worldly

Possession to erase

The disease that

Was infecting me

Before splashing into

The boiling sea

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Now I swim the

Briney deep searching

For trinkets and names

To string along with

My pearls of wisdom

And nuggets of truth like

“Hope Floats”

And

“Secrets are buried like treasure in the hearts of men”

So I claw and dig for them

K.B. Silver