Shipwrecked: Notes of an Online Journal

Shipwrecked    
   
   
The bilious green of dull and latex walls    
Will have me lurch and choke my dinner up.    
There isn't any mercy where it falls,    
Instead to reach a point to fill my cup.    
   
I don't know what I've done to be in here,    
The bilious green of dull and latex walls.    
The sick from errant voyage' facial smear,    
How quick dishevelment turns to withdrawals.    
   
I seem to hear the gale that with me crawls,    
It too must feel the slog from gut to neck.    
The bilious green of dull and latex walls,    
The throbbing in my head, ungodly wreck.    
   
And worst of all I'm clueless where I went    
That brought me here among the siren calls.    
Which boat I'm in beneath its rolling deck,    
The bilious green of dull and latex walls.    
   
   
   
   
   
For the "Shipwrecked" competition with host AEMelia564