Anchor of Drowning

      High tides, a sailors knot was made !!! Dangerous crashing, coming down waves...Reality of neglect. An addict's reflect & seek just the desired mouth watering relief. No one knows his buried griefs & his story of shame. Regrets he wish to forget. In these drowning waters he learn to except. Wind of breeze never spoken and told. Heavy is blame, hunchback shoulders he tows. Lost his way, a moral compass which arms spinning forever long. Last solid structure he stood on was this long plank...His path he's been walking endlessly on. Splash the water stinging like a thousand bullets piercing his lungs. Burning panicking for air, few seconds felted like torturous hours all the while plummeting in salt water darkness. Screaming in his skull "FUCK IT" engulfing deaths thrist to his. Sealed kiss to his tattered body. What mattered was what was in his heart of living...As his soul floated to the light above. The end of this sailing ship, this vessel of a life ran it's course.