things i have written, philosophies i identify with, and things you should know.
No matter what I do to forget
and to cast myself away,
guilt always crashes into me
like a storm destroying a sailboat.
Salt water or salty tears,
I have red-rimmed eyes regardless,
and my guilt-shaken bones
are eating me alive
like a monster, twenty-seven feet long;
a freak of nature.
Often the poor shipwreck of a man
living in my skull
wonders if I should have just stayed,
if my monstrous anger would have
swallowed you up like the sea swallows me.
The ocean paints me on the mast
hanging from a slippery rope,
a sunken pirate,
“I am a formidable monster, I am a formidable monster, I am a formidable monster...”
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