just another spill

 
 
 
  on my boat-far off to sea; thinking how I'd sink one day-as I'm deep into my sleep;
 
 
    never enjoyed "fishing"-to some-comes naturally; i suppose I've just been "starving" in departments out of reach....
 
 
 when the quiet becomes noise-i've got whiskey next to me; which is far from what one needs-but it brings a little ease....
 
 
 a sack of dormant feelings-numbed is what i am....numb is what i "feel"; numb....
 
 
numb....