My boat that sank
Like a ten ton tank
Has gone down without me.
I’m wet and cold
But I’ve got the hold
Of hope that’s floating free.
I swim and kick
I try every trick
To keep my head above
The sea of charges
Of who sank the barges
On which had sailed my love.
I cough up my bile
With a shrug and a smile
Discarding the flood of despair.
I struggle for the shore
To live once more...
A drowning man’s come up for air.
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