Ships of Thought

There is a place in the rain

Where all the lost men go

With the foggy minds

The men that have lost meaning

Often out of touch with reality

A place filled with anchors and chains

To ground down their

ships of thought

In the fog

And wait for a clearer day

Without getting anymore lost

So the men wait

In the rain

For a sunny day

Last Ditch Attempt

A prison holds me

Not a small cell

With bars, locks or keys

But a body

Made of weak flesh

That locks me in

 

I’ve tried to escape

Numerous times

Through pills, drinks

Women and music

Books

 

But it does nothing

So in a last attempt

I raise a hammer to my forehead

Repeatadly cracking open my skull